However, my parents want me to be a d (45) to work in a hospital. I really don't like it. One day, I talked to my parents about my (46) (person) thought and they agreed that I could make my own d (47) . I also made a p (48) to them. I wrote it on a piece of ...
It never failed to make me feel special and always lit my face with a hundred watt smile. Right from the very start of my day, I was made to feel special. It was my birthday. It was my day. I had turned eight. “…you’re a big girl now, Mer. We are proud of you. Love,...