little miss
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Some Father’s Days, I find myself standing in two places at once. I’m the daughter who grew up wrapped in a love that never asked for anything back — and I’m the mother now, watching my own Little Miss look up at her father the way I once looked up at mine. This year, that…
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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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Mango season is almost over. And with that starts my daily headache of thinking and preparing evening snacks everyday for Little Miss. Mango is her favourite food; it’s not just a fruit for her, it’s a complete meal if you allow her. She can eat mangoes for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And that makes mangoes…