Monday 18 March 2013

Count your blessings



I am my father’s princess and my mother’s angel, one of the very few special ones who has gotten her due in society. 

But I have suffered for way too long for I am a stubborn kind. 

I will scratch my skin till it scrapes, pull at my earlobes till they tear open, bleed and hurt myself in ways unimaginable only so that I can get all your attention. 

And once I have it, you will be mesmerized by me – ‘cute’ ‘doll’ ‘cuddly’- you will call me all this and more. 

My smile reflects the vibrancy of a rainbow and with each passing day the palette only grows to be more colourful – I am the one in your blessings, I am special!

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