Zelda went on a field trip to the Civil Defence Heritage Gallery at Hill Street last Friday. There, the preschool children, aged from 2.5 to 6, visited the Central Fire Station. The school had organised this trip in line with the fortnight's theme on Transport.
Zelda returned with a booklet entitled 'My First Fire Safety Book' and she earnestly completed all but two pages of the activities on her own in two days. Colouring interested her less than dot to dot joining, maze puzzles, matching and others. So it is not difficult to guess that the two incomplete pages are the colouring pages.
In these two days, she got herself aquainted with fire engines, firemen a.k.a. firefighters, fire hydrants, fire extinguishers, firefighting tools, hoses, stretchers and some basic knowledge of fire-causing agents and how to prevent fires.
I was very tickled by what she did at the back of the cover page where she was to write her name, class and school. Take a look below!
Zelda returned with a booklet entitled 'My First Fire Safety Book' and she earnestly completed all but two pages of the activities on her own in two days. Colouring interested her less than dot to dot joining, maze puzzles, matching and others. So it is not difficult to guess that the two incomplete pages are the colouring pages.
In these two days, she got herself aquainted with fire engines, firemen a.k.a. firefighters, fire hydrants, fire extinguishers, firefighting tools, hoses, stretchers and some basic knowledge of fire-causing agents and how to prevent fires.
I was very tickled by what she did at the back of the cover page where she was to write her name, class and school. Take a look below!
卖相不及味道
味道不怎样
但
Zelda喜欢
We were at the lift landing, awaiting the elevator to take us home. Tessa, with her signature blue denim tote in her arm, was standing in front of me. ZH was looking away, at I-don't-know-what, and Zelda was nearest to the lift, all ready to charge once the lift doors opened.
The familiar alert beep to announce the arrival of the lift was yet to be heard when a soft rumbling of bicycle wheels rose in decibels from behind. I spun and gasped in horror to see a bicycle cruising in Tessa's course on the gentle downslope.
As a reflex, I lunged a step forward and stretched my arms as far as I could to reach the little cyclist to stop an imminent collision. Unfortunately, laden with a big bag, my reactions were not as fast as I wanted them to be. The bicycle ran into Tessa, hitting her at the back of her knee. Tessa, paled in comparsion in terms of size, was thrown forward but was caught by ZH and was spared from falling.
Thankfully, Tessa was unscathed, save that she had a frightful shock.
The familiar alert beep to announce the arrival of the lift was yet to be heard when a soft rumbling of bicycle wheels rose in decibels from behind. I spun and gasped in horror to see a bicycle cruising in Tessa's course on the gentle downslope.
As a reflex, I lunged a step forward and stretched my arms as far as I could to reach the little cyclist to stop an imminent collision. Unfortunately, laden with a big bag, my reactions were not as fast as I wanted them to be. The bicycle ran into Tessa, hitting her at the back of her knee. Tessa, paled in comparsion in terms of size, was thrown forward but was caught by ZH and was spared from falling.
Thankfully, Tessa was unscathed, save that she had a frightful shock.
Tessa likes to ask for biscuits whenever she sees me regardless of how near it is from her mealtimes, before or after. Some of her favourites are Baby Bites in any flavour, digestive cookies and Hup Seng square biscuits.
Tessa likes to down big gulps of water from her Pigeon water after all kinds of food from tidbits, biscuits, cheese, bread to even juicy apples!
Tessa likes to carry her denim blue tote bag when she goes out. She goes "bag bag bag" when she picks up the cue from us that we are about to leave the house. Then, she tugs at her shorts and utters "per" to remind us to change her out of her cloth nappy into her Huggies diaper. Then, she points to her shoes and says "shoes" in the sound that still sounds quite far from "shoes". Her finale, which I think she does best, is her crystal clear "bye bye".
Tessa likes to turn round and round to music and songs played on DVDs.
Tessa likes to request umpteen times for change of DVDs during her mealtimes: Baby Einstein series from Bach to Beethoven to Newton to MacDonalds, My Baby can Read series, Barney, Children's nursery songs, Zelda's concert 08 and her latest fancy, Charlie and Lola!
Tessa likes to down big gulps of water from her Pigeon water after all kinds of food from tidbits, biscuits, cheese, bread to even juicy apples!
Tessa likes to carry her denim blue tote bag when she goes out. She goes "bag bag bag" when she picks up the cue from us that we are about to leave the house. Then, she tugs at her shorts and utters "per" to remind us to change her out of her cloth nappy into her Huggies diaper. Then, she points to her shoes and says "shoes" in the sound that still sounds quite far from "shoes". Her finale, which I think she does best, is her crystal clear "bye bye".
Tessa likes to turn round and round to music and songs played on DVDs.
Tessa likes to request umpteen times for change of DVDs during her mealtimes: Baby Einstein series from Bach to Beethoven to Newton to MacDonalds, My Baby can Read series, Barney, Children's nursery songs, Zelda's concert 08 and her latest fancy, Charlie and Lola!
I took Tessa to a Jump-Start course at a music school yesterday afternoon for a trial lesson.
The course, heavily based on music and movement, is suitable for kids from 13 to 23 months old.
Tessa was very reserved during the one-hour lesson but apparently did not resist much to join in the fun in her own ways. She was all smiles when she toddled back and forth the teacher and me to take and return the maracas. In the class, she was introduced to keyboard fingering, musical notes, keyboard topography, famous musicians like Richard Wagner, Felix Mendelssohn, Mozart and more that I could not recall and their famous works like Bridal March, Wedding March, Pictures in a Gallery (did I remember it right?) and a few others.
The session was very engaging with quick transition from singing to visual matching to rhythm beating to note recognition.
Since music is something I cannot teach, I did not need much consideration to enroll her in the class w.e.f. next Sunday!
The course, heavily based on music and movement, is suitable for kids from 13 to 23 months old.
Tessa was very reserved during the one-hour lesson but apparently did not resist much to join in the fun in her own ways. She was all smiles when she toddled back and forth the teacher and me to take and return the maracas. In the class, she was introduced to keyboard fingering, musical notes, keyboard topography, famous musicians like Richard Wagner, Felix Mendelssohn, Mozart and more that I could not recall and their famous works like Bridal March, Wedding March, Pictures in a Gallery (did I remember it right?) and a few others.
The session was very engaging with quick transition from singing to visual matching to rhythm beating to note recognition.
Since music is something I cannot teach, I did not need much consideration to enroll her in the class w.e.f. next Sunday!
I learnt this from a 12-year-old boy last Friday.
Zelda learnt this from me that evening.
Zelda learnt this from me that evening.
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In 'Ah Q' spirit, I took ZH's inability to attend Zelda's Graduation Concert as a blessing in disguise. It is the practice of Zelda's school to plan allocate the front seats to the parents of the K2 graduates, followed by the K1's, the Nursery's and the Pre-Nursery's.
Rightfully, I should be seated at the last few rows yesterday morning at the auditorium of Tampines Regional Library. With some stroke of what I would call 'luck', I was given the seat at the third row, amongst the parents of the K2s. I reckoned the school, in their attempt to fill up all the seats, had to put me next to the family members of a schoolmate who is so lucky to have six from his family witnessing the graduation ceremony. If ZH were to be present, we would end up at the last few rows.
The two-hour long concert, themed "Celebrating Diversity" was all vibrantly embellished with the backdrop jointly put together by the children and teachers. Zelda participated in two items, a Malay dance and an Indian dance. Apparently enjoying herself, she moved to the rhythm and swayed with musical sense much better than mine.
She was wistful that her daddy could not be there for the consecutive second year. It's a real pity and shame that ZH had to miss those precious moments.
Next year, next year, we will all be there, Daddy, Mummy and Tessa, to watch Zelda performing on stage.
Rightfully, I should be seated at the last few rows yesterday morning at the auditorium of Tampines Regional Library. With some stroke of what I would call 'luck', I was given the seat at the third row, amongst the parents of the K2s. I reckoned the school, in their attempt to fill up all the seats, had to put me next to the family members of a schoolmate who is so lucky to have six from his family witnessing the graduation ceremony. If ZH were to be present, we would end up at the last few rows.
The two-hour long concert, themed "Celebrating Diversity" was all vibrantly embellished with the backdrop jointly put together by the children and teachers. Zelda participated in two items, a Malay dance and an Indian dance. Apparently enjoying herself, she moved to the rhythm and swayed with musical sense much better than mine.
She was wistful that her daddy could not be there for the consecutive second year. It's a real pity and shame that ZH had to miss those precious moments.
Next year, next year, we will all be there, Daddy, Mummy and Tessa, to watch Zelda performing on stage.
ZH's circle of close friends love the beer from Brewerkz. And September and October are the two months in the year that see the group meeting the most frequently at Brewerkz. The men, all five of them, including the one from my household, totalling almost 200 years in age. Bearing pot bellies emerging at different stages and rates, they love to hold their birthday celebrations at Brewerkz for its American-style food and its wide range of handcrafted brew.
Free flow of food and drinks would be on the birthday boy and these boys wallop jugs of beer smashed with boys' talk to their hearts' content. No presents, no birthday songs, no candles on birthday cakes to blow out, such is how the boys prefer to commemorate their dates of birth, with quality beer, food and company.
To me, Brewerkz holds special dear reasons for me to fancy it. It is where I first met ZH, the place where Cupid managed to work magic in joining two hearts. And it happened on the night when ZH celebrated his birthday at Riverside with the same group of friends.
In recent years, the birthday get-togethers which are honourably graced by offspring of the group,had shifted to Indoor Stadium. Everything else remained pretty much the same, save the appearing paunches, receding hairlines, more obvious crowfeet.
Zelda and Tessa are no strangers to the restaurant, in particular the one at Indoor Stadium. Zelda, especially, got so familiar with its complimentary colouring set that she did not want to ask for it anymore last Saturday when we were there once again. She roamed the restaurant, in and out, on her own, entertaining herself with collecting twigs and fallen leaves. She watched with Tessa, the dragon boaters row from the Tanjong Rhu Suspension Footbridge overseeing Kallang River where the girls put real meaning to the nursery song Row row row your boat.
We do not know how many more meals we are going to have at Brewerkz but by the number of times the girls have been there, they certainly cannot fit less to be crowned Brewerkz kids!
Free flow of food and drinks would be on the birthday boy and these boys wallop jugs of beer smashed with boys' talk to their hearts' content. No presents, no birthday songs, no candles on birthday cakes to blow out, such is how the boys prefer to commemorate their dates of birth, with quality beer, food and company.
To me, Brewerkz holds special dear reasons for me to fancy it. It is where I first met ZH, the place where Cupid managed to work magic in joining two hearts. And it happened on the night when ZH celebrated his birthday at Riverside with the same group of friends.
In recent years, the birthday get-togethers which are honourably graced by offspring of the group,had shifted to Indoor Stadium. Everything else remained pretty much the same, save the appearing paunches, receding hairlines, more obvious crowfeet.
Zelda and Tessa are no strangers to the restaurant, in particular the one at Indoor Stadium. Zelda, especially, got so familiar with its complimentary colouring set that she did not want to ask for it anymore last Saturday when we were there once again. She roamed the restaurant, in and out, on her own, entertaining herself with collecting twigs and fallen leaves. She watched with Tessa, the dragon boaters row from the Tanjong Rhu Suspension Footbridge overseeing Kallang River where the girls put real meaning to the nursery song Row row row your boat.
We do not know how many more meals we are going to have at Brewerkz but by the number of times the girls have been there, they certainly cannot fit less to be crowned Brewerkz kids!
Tessa perfected her diction of 'bye bye' about a week ago and has been applying the usage copiously.
"Bye bye," she said at the dining table when Uncle XH stood up from his chair, with no intention to leave the table.
"Bye bye," she announced to everybody when she was changed into a disposable diaper every evening.
"Bye bye," she bade farewell to friends or cousins who were preparing to leave.
"Bye bye," to the stranger uncle or auntie who exited the lift.
Her bye byes in her baby voice are more than delight to the ears. They bring about smiles from the hearts, shoo the fatigue and cheer you up.
Spontaneous she may be most of the time in saying her bye byes, there are times she is so shy that the bye byes come only after the event is over.
I am waiting in anticipation for her to surprise me with her impending expansion of early speech.
"Bye bye," she said at the dining table when Uncle XH stood up from his chair, with no intention to leave the table.
"Bye bye," she announced to everybody when she was changed into a disposable diaper every evening.
"Bye bye," she bade farewell to friends or cousins who were preparing to leave.
"Bye bye," to the stranger uncle or auntie who exited the lift.
Her bye byes in her baby voice are more than delight to the ears. They bring about smiles from the hearts, shoo the fatigue and cheer you up.
Spontaneous she may be most of the time in saying her bye byes, there are times she is so shy that the bye byes come only after the event is over.
I am waiting in anticipation for her to surprise me with her impending expansion of early speech.
Snip, snip, snip.
Stick, stick, stick.
Presenting a Halloween mask by Zelda!
Stick, stick, stick.
Presenting a Halloween mask by Zelda!
Aware that oral hygiene has to be cultivated from young, we made sure Zelda brushes her teeth twice a day since she turned two. She is now able to brush her teeth independenty and does quite a good job in giving her twenty milk tooth a good scrub.
On nights that she knew she would be too tired to brush her teeth after her milk feed, she would request for plain water to substitute teeth-brushing.
Last night, she brushed her teeth in enthusiasm with a special toothbrush Zoe Toh gave her. According to Zoe Toh, this Korean-made toothbrush is anti-bacterial. The bristles tapered to very fine tips at the top for effective brushing.
Thank you Babi!
On nights that she knew she would be too tired to brush her teeth after her milk feed, she would request for plain water to substitute teeth-brushing.
Last night, she brushed her teeth in enthusiasm with a special toothbrush Zoe Toh gave her. According to Zoe Toh, this Korean-made toothbrush is anti-bacterial. The bristles tapered to very fine tips at the top for effective brushing.
Thank you Babi!
"Aiyoyo, baby's shirt is wet!"
"Aiyoyo, it's so messy!"
"Aiyoyo, I need tissue paper!"
This is how Zelda speaks these few days, peppered with her new favourite way of beginning her sentences "Aiyoyo". Not an inkling where and who she picked it up from though I find it rather cute and amusing. "Aiyoyo" is 100 times more acceptable than her previous one - "Walao!"
Walao! What a relief she has dropped "Walao"!
Aiyoyo, when will she drop "Aiyoyo"?
"Aiyoyo, it's so messy!"
"Aiyoyo, I need tissue paper!"
This is how Zelda speaks these few days, peppered with her new favourite way of beginning her sentences "Aiyoyo". Not an inkling where and who she picked it up from though I find it rather cute and amusing. "Aiyoyo" is 100 times more acceptable than her previous one - "Walao!"
Walao! What a relief she has dropped "Walao"!
Aiyoyo, when will she drop "Aiyoyo"?
I started my girls on New Zealand organic clover honey a month ago. It was strongly recommended by the motherly sales promoter while there was a mini road show on honey products. I was checking out the Manuka honey when this helpful promoter started introducing to us clover honey at the sight of Tessa.
"This is good for very young children because it is organic. Many of my customers with young children came back for more because it boosts their immune system," she explained in her earnest and sincere voice.
It is not necessary for the kids to take Manuka with UMF (the higher the Unique Manuka Factor, the higher the antibacterial properties) when they are well. A daily intake of one teaspoonful of Manuka with no or low UMF promotes good health and well-being. When sick, taking the UMF 5 has splendid healing effects.
Since then, taking honey directly from the SCS butter spatula became a nightly rite for the girls.
"Ney, ney," Tessa would look up at the shelf and point to the bottle whenever she wanted a honey treat.
"This is good for very young children because it is organic. Many of my customers with young children came back for more because it boosts their immune system," she explained in her earnest and sincere voice.
It is not necessary for the kids to take Manuka with UMF (the higher the Unique Manuka Factor, the higher the antibacterial properties) when they are well. A daily intake of one teaspoonful of Manuka with no or low UMF promotes good health and well-being. When sick, taking the UMF 5 has splendid healing effects.
Since then, taking honey directly from the SCS butter spatula became a nightly rite for the girls.
"Ney, ney," Tessa would look up at the shelf and point to the bottle whenever she wanted a honey treat.
This happens every evening during dinner time without fail.
While masticulating real slowly, Zelda, whom I am convinced is made for fine dining for her admirable leisurely pace, will react to her digestive system at work at the other end of the tract.
"我肚子痛。" she grimaces in the middle of her meal.
To the toilet she scurries, pants down, butt slumped on the toilet seat, her face writhes to redness from mustering all she has to expel what has gone through her digestive system hours earlier.
I am confused. Does this still make her a fine diner?
While masticulating real slowly, Zelda, whom I am convinced is made for fine dining for her admirable leisurely pace, will react to her digestive system at work at the other end of the tract.
"我肚子痛。" she grimaces in the middle of her meal.
To the toilet she scurries, pants down, butt slumped on the toilet seat, her face writhes to redness from mustering all she has to expel what has gone through her digestive system hours earlier.
I am confused. Does this still make her a fine diner?
Much to the contrary of popular belief, I am not a diligent and adventurous mother. My girls remain underexposed to what may be routine to other kids of similar age all because of my laid-back and boring nature.
Today, only today, ten more days to 20 months, Tessa, for the first time in her life, experienced a decent dip in a real swimming pool. It is Tessa's first, Zelda's (let me count...) fifth?
Hitting the swimming pool to swim 20 to 30 laps was more than a weekly affair before Zelda was born. Even when I was pregnant with Zelda at the very advanced stage of 35 weeks, I was still swimming 20 laps in 45 minutes. I completely stopped swimming for at least 2.5 years for some illegitimate reasons, the first one being not owning a swimsuit.
I prowled the shops for months in search of the THE swimgear that I want with little success. I was looking for a plain and simple two-piece gear, preferably one with the tank top cutting that covers the tummy. I finally spotted one that could match what I want on the rack yesterday at Sportslink - a navy blue spandex top with spaghetti strap and a very square bottom.
And so, off we headed to Laguna with the floats that we bought so long ago.
I find it hard to believe that for something that I used to do so often and enjoyed so much, I do not miss the pool a single bit. And today, I even detested the feeling of having water splashed at me.
I thought the girls did have a good time in the water. Not anything close to water babies, they do not mind playing in the water but will hate you to tears if you try to get their face or water wet. Tessa refused to wear the arm floats and put up a fight when we tried to put her in the float that ZH inflated with half of his belly air.
We literally soaked ourselves in the pool without doing much for almost an hour. Zelda and Tessa found fun in catching dead leaves from the bottom of the pool. They did not protest when it was time to leave the pool to wash up.
The next return to the pool? I will make sure it is very soon. Today is the warm-up round. The next few will see better gelling between water and the girls.
The next real swim for me? I will find time since my first illegitimate reason has been made defunct.
Today, only today, ten more days to 20 months, Tessa, for the first time in her life, experienced a decent dip in a real swimming pool. It is Tessa's first, Zelda's (let me count...) fifth?
Hitting the swimming pool to swim 20 to 30 laps was more than a weekly affair before Zelda was born. Even when I was pregnant with Zelda at the very advanced stage of 35 weeks, I was still swimming 20 laps in 45 minutes. I completely stopped swimming for at least 2.5 years for some illegitimate reasons, the first one being not owning a swimsuit.
I prowled the shops for months in search of the THE swimgear that I want with little success. I was looking for a plain and simple two-piece gear, preferably one with the tank top cutting that covers the tummy. I finally spotted one that could match what I want on the rack yesterday at Sportslink - a navy blue spandex top with spaghetti strap and a very square bottom.
And so, off we headed to Laguna with the floats that we bought so long ago.
I find it hard to believe that for something that I used to do so often and enjoyed so much, I do not miss the pool a single bit. And today, I even detested the feeling of having water splashed at me.
I thought the girls did have a good time in the water. Not anything close to water babies, they do not mind playing in the water but will hate you to tears if you try to get their face or water wet. Tessa refused to wear the arm floats and put up a fight when we tried to put her in the float that ZH inflated with half of his belly air.
We literally soaked ourselves in the pool without doing much for almost an hour. Zelda and Tessa found fun in catching dead leaves from the bottom of the pool. They did not protest when it was time to leave the pool to wash up.
The next return to the pool? I will make sure it is very soon. Today is the warm-up round. The next few will see better gelling between water and the girls.
The next real swim for me? I will find time since my first illegitimate reason has been made defunct.
In my family, nothing goes wasted. No one can beat my mother in recycling and transforming every scrap of what seems like junk in most people's eyes into something useful. An all-time pastime of hers is to sit before her half-antique Janome, conjuring dribs and drabs into bags, quilts, undies, tops, rugs... Her creative juice spouts in lush like a geyser and her endless ideas keep her legs peddling.
At our dining table, no food goes to the bin. Every bowl is polished clean with not even a single grain of rice or a morsel before it is sent to the dishwashing sink. Excess food will be refrigerated and finished the following day. Zelda, albeit a difficult and slow eater, licks her last spoonful clean without having to be instructed. All food goes to the waist, not to waste.
The same goes to the use of utilities. The kids (domestic helper too) get stern reminders when water is running too excessively from the tap. No rooms will be left illuminated at night when no one is in them. Such is the upbringing of my family.
We practise prudence in daily lives not because we are financially disadvantaged or because we are misers. It is through prudence that we learn not to take things for granted and be grateful for what we have or are given.
I strongly believe that we will be eventually given less if we can afford to waste what has been given to us. Divinity has its way of redistributing the wasted resources to others who deserve them more. How much truth there is in my belief is nothing as important as appreciating the gifts we have, big or small.
So when Zelda blurted one evening in the living room, "Mummy, I forgot to switch off the fan in my room!", I knew she has caught the prudence bug.
Being prudent is not to be misunderstood as being stingy. While we are taught to be savers, we are also taught to be givers. To quote my mother's wise words 能给是福, which means 'it's a blessing to give'.
At our dining table, no food goes to the bin. Every bowl is polished clean with not even a single grain of rice or a morsel before it is sent to the dishwashing sink. Excess food will be refrigerated and finished the following day. Zelda, albeit a difficult and slow eater, licks her last spoonful clean without having to be instructed. All food goes to the waist, not to waste.
The same goes to the use of utilities. The kids (domestic helper too) get stern reminders when water is running too excessively from the tap. No rooms will be left illuminated at night when no one is in them. Such is the upbringing of my family.
We practise prudence in daily lives not because we are financially disadvantaged or because we are misers. It is through prudence that we learn not to take things for granted and be grateful for what we have or are given.
I strongly believe that we will be eventually given less if we can afford to waste what has been given to us. Divinity has its way of redistributing the wasted resources to others who deserve them more. How much truth there is in my belief is nothing as important as appreciating the gifts we have, big or small.
So when Zelda blurted one evening in the living room, "Mummy, I forgot to switch off the fan in my room!", I knew she has caught the prudence bug.
Being prudent is not to be misunderstood as being stingy. While we are taught to be savers, we are also taught to be givers. To quote my mother's wise words 能给是福, which means 'it's a blessing to give'.
Rarely do I buy toys for my girls. These are the latest for them - a tea and a baking play set from IKEA! :)
Happy playing together!
Happy playing together!
Kids never fail to surprise and every kid surprises us in his or her own ways only unique to him or her.
Tessa surprises me in her ways so different from Zelda. Her latest antic is imitating with some success, Zelda's craze to do pirouettes. She spins on her stubby feet in her ungainly moves over and over, and losing her vertigo very often. A new skill yet to be perfected, she explores the possibilities of getting around upright with thrills. Many a times she will fall bump first on the floor, letting out a cry or two and picks herself up for another go. She squeals upon making a 360-degree turn in triumph and bravely takes on the next turn in less than a second later.
Really gone are her bottom shuffling days. She must have discovered how much being on her feet can offer her!
Tessa surprises me in her ways so different from Zelda. Her latest antic is imitating with some success, Zelda's craze to do pirouettes. She spins on her stubby feet in her ungainly moves over and over, and losing her vertigo very often. A new skill yet to be perfected, she explores the possibilities of getting around upright with thrills. Many a times she will fall bump first on the floor, letting out a cry or two and picks herself up for another go. She squeals upon making a 360-degree turn in triumph and bravely takes on the next turn in less than a second later.
Really gone are her bottom shuffling days. She must have discovered how much being on her feet can offer her!
How sad it can be when:
a doctor prescribes medicine and issues medical certificates like a programmed robot without the compassion to see his patients recover well.
an architect designs a building grand with a magnificent facade but houses no souls.
a teacher teaches merely the academia with the head but forgets to exemplify with the hand and heart.
a human being finds meaning in gaining in everything but losing in nothing.
a doctor prescribes medicine and issues medical certificates like a programmed robot without the compassion to see his patients recover well.
an architect designs a building grand with a magnificent facade but houses no souls.
a teacher teaches merely the academia with the head but forgets to exemplify with the hand and heart.
a human being finds meaning in gaining in everything but losing in nothing.
The fever finally relented after two long days and decided to leave for good. When the temperature gradually dropped and stabilised, here was what Zelda was rewarded - a gerbera - from her daddy.
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