Although seeing the children play inspired me to get more involved, I, frankly, couldn't be a kid anymore. I was just too grown up, logical, rational. Suddenly, the proverbial lightbulb went on over my head. I could almost feel the aura of enlightenment around myself. It was crystal clear what I had to do.
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You've always been mean to me, Mom. I vividly remember that day when I played so hard in the hot sun. I think I was about 7 years old. With love filled in my heart, I came running home to hug you, thinking you would serve me food. Instead, you snapped at me and told me to serve myself. I was so hurt, Mom.
21/05/2016 8:11 AM IST
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