Why are you mad? she asked me. Why was she always playful? What made her want to always dance around, scream around and jump around? Why was she giggling, by the way?
I looked around! Same old place, same old furniture, same old environment! Where did she find all this happiness, while I was still trying to fill my own emptiness? She was set in a playful mode, while I was stuck in misery. Why couldn’t I be as cheerful, as joyful as she was? Why?
It wasn’t that hard to understand why! I wasn’t a child anymore! Even worse, I had forgotten what it was like to be that spirited. I wasn’t mad, I was just trying to figure out how to balance it all. So, I grabbed her little hands and together we twirled around; screaming and laughing. I had never been this grateful to have such a playful child.
Abi&Stella 
gooooooooooooood
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Thank you! I also liked your post! It put a smile on my face.
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Wow, this paragraph is nice, my younger sister is analyzing such things, therefore I
am going to let know her.
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Thanks 🙂
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never give up believe in you self , I know not every time is everything great but we have to believe in good things
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