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Of Weaning and Losing

*This is an ode to every mother left by their prodigal daughters. They say I am the next in line, heiress to the throne, the princess to her Queendom. The pampered daughter. The spoiled kid. Ask and I shall receive. Ask, I did. I said, ‘Freedom, that’s what I need.’ She introduced me to people…

Little Angels in Need of Hugs

There are many reasons for every baby’s cry. In that moment I witnessed however, I was quite sure it was because of pain. The child lay on the crib face down, with a white cloth wrapped like a chain binding his two tiny hands. It kept him from scratching and bleeding his skin, which was…