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Mom son INCEST in INDIA. Monday, June 22, 2015. Sushma maasi- the ending legacy. Sunday, February 15, 2015. Rinku and cancer mummi. If I didnt get proper treatment , I didnt have much longer to live. When we came back, we could hold it from our children. My son Rinku fell on my bosom and started crying. He started hauling, No maiya, it cant be. How can God do this. No God no. Holy Shiva! 8217; look beta! Before leaving he called my son close and said something to him in the ear. My son smiled, n.CONTENT
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One crazy writer WAHM raising and homeschooling 5 kids and saving the world one comma at a time as a proofreader on the side. Saturday, June 30, 2012. Dang, I have been so unmotivated to write since I got back from Wyoming.
Musings of a mother claiming her right to write. Monday, 2 December 2013. Being but men, we walked into the trees. Afraid, letting our syllables be soft. For fear of waking the rooks,. Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries. If we were children we might climb,. Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,. And, after the soft ascent,. Thrust out our heads above the branches. To wonder at the unfailing stars. Out of confusion, as the way is,. And the wonder, that man knows,.
On a tous droit a une Seconde Chance , Ignorance ou Inconscience, On avance, On apprend, On pardonne car Dieu est grand et le Destin feras le Reste. I live in my dream World. Where nobody can disturb me. And where i can do all i want. Someone i was waiting for.