Daughter
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In the quiet spaces, deep and still,A magic grows that words can’t fill.She doesn’t need a golden tongue,To be the song his heart has sung.With a gentle touch or a steady gaze,She guides him through the worldly maze.Her wings are made of strength and grace,Reflected in her peaceful face.Though silence dwells where speech might be,Her…
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When you’re parenting a child with special needs, you live in a world of extremes. You’re constantly toggling between intense advocacy and quiet moments of joy, between deep worry and deep, unexpected humor. We often feel this pressure to be “strong” or “grateful,” as if acknowledging the hard parts invalidates the good parts. The truth…
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Recently, I have enrolled Little Miss in fitness classes. She has to attend the classes three times a week. The first day I was quite apprehensive because it had been a long time since she had done any exercise. First session was indeed tough for her; she was quite uncooperative at first but slowly started…
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Last week I went shopping for my Little Miss; she needed ethnic dress for celebration at school. I bought a lovely little cotton kurta and trousers for her. And her smile of approval on seeing the suit told me that she liked it too. There were so many choices of suits for her that I…