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The idea by @olivia . Dedicated to Steve Frank, the Holocaust survivor. I'll probably separate it into parts. I walked out from school with my two friends, Diana and Margret.
Colorful rays fill the air. Their vibrant strands stretch for miles. Yellow, orange, gold are the colors that they shed. An evening ritual performed each night.
Writer unknown:- He was a five year old indian boy bullied for his race. He won an award for this poem.
~First Opuss of the "Earth Rumbling" Series. Enjoy!~ I am Kyoko, meaning noble. I am a child, living in Miyagi, Sendai in the North-East Japan. I live with my beautiful mama Aiko and my papa Yuri.
A little boy, at a wedding looks at his mom and says, "Mommy, why does the girl wear white. "His mom replies, "The bride is in white because she's happy and this is the happiest day of her life.
Does heaven have a phone number. Mommy went to heaven, but I need her here today. My tummy hurts and I fell down; I need her right away. Operator, can you tell me how to find her in this book.
Mummy I don't want you to die anymore. I want you to smile some more. I want to see you: breath, live, laugh, dance and talk. Mummy I don't want you too die anymore. Mummy.....
Upon attempting explaining the concept of Alzheimer's (something I've always considered terrifying, and my grandad was diagnosed with) to my Seven year cousin I found myself astounded but also...