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Dear Boys, I am sorry. Yet again, I've failed you as a mother. I was supposed to prepare you for the world, teach you the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and ensure that you grow up to be se...
The men inched a little closer, ogling at whatever skin there was to see. Those girls were as old as my boys, a few years older than my niece. They were kids. I am a mother. And if you want to see a devil on the road, there is no better fire-breather than an outraged mother.
'Girls always whine,' 'girls can't fight,' and worse 'girls do not play cricket,' or 'girls love to cook.' -- these are not just random harmless statements, they lay foundation for a dark wall that defines gender boundaries.