...Growing Up...

First born child in the family, 3rd of February 1984, my first cry was heard. Loud and clear, swinging my tiny fists in the air and scream with the might of my lungs...

A little girl, full of energy, with a bright future. Her feelings are not to be bond in within, but written in eagerness, with paper, pen and the heart as witnesses. Language is her power and her finger tips are her weapons...

   
   

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[Growing Up]

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