I am the type of person who can’t really stand kids. I have a very short tolerance when it comes to children. In other words I dislike kids. Whenever a child comes near me I would feel like the veins on my head would throb so badly, like they will explode. I am not really the child oriented kind of person until that moment when an angel fell from the sky and found refuge in my mother’s womb. That angel is my youngest sister; at first, I was kind of worried of her coming, but as the expected month of her birthday closes by my fear and anxiety were slowly turning into excitement and happiness. Each coming days they just grew even more. Then the time came and I was left standing outside the delivery room together with my father who was mixed with excitement and worry. The door opened and I saw my mother lying on the bed looking exhausted. She was brought to her ward so we followed. The baby is not with her yet. We reached the room and a few moments later a nurse came to us bringing the most precious gift our family could ever receive. She handed down the angel beside my mother. Her eyes were still shut and are yet to see the beauty of the world. But with the sight of our little angel, I can’t help but smile. We talked to her to make her feel our presence, I placed my pointing finger on her little palm and she clasped it—so cute. Then I saw the most beautiful thing ever, her smile. The smile that showed pure innocence and peace. The smile that filled my heart with glee and changed me entirely.
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#for Tuesday Aug. 4
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