On Pinocchio and growth by Jodhea (great novels to read .txt) 📕

understanding what I meant and for not being imaginative. I felt pity for her.
I feel indebted to my roots, my family. They are not alive as human beings anymore, but with their beautiful stories and lessons they allowed me to grow. They taught me to be in love with life.
I have my own stories to tell now. I have my own life lessons to pass on. I looked into the girl’s eyes and said: “Today and every day, little by little, we are all rising and growing towards being part of an old oak tree in a peaceful garden. Even if we are just a small growth, like a twig, on that tree - we are all part of its greatness and beauty.”
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Publication Date: 01-10-2010

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