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I was trying to rest when my sister started crying. We were sharing the room that afternoon. She sat on the floor surrounded by cellophane, ribbons, glue sticks, and balloons, working on a surprise pa…

A deep thinker who has decided to channel that energy into writing.
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I was trying to rest when my sister started crying. We were sharing the room that afternoon. She sat on the floor surrounded by cellophane, ribbons, glue sticks, and balloons, working on a surprise pa…

For a long time, I thought I knew what a traditional woman was. Like many people, I had absorbed the definition that is often presented online and in everyday conversations: a woman who stays home, co…