The year of the horse, the year she was born
Kicking and screaming, the day she was born
This one will bring nothing but bad luck
For the many years to come, all they see is
misfortune and sadness
For the many days to come, all she will hear is
a broken recorder, embedding into her mind
be wary, they warned
be good, they scorned
be perfect, they shunned
The second-born but not the last.
Never forget this tiny outcast...
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A/N: It's been a while since I came online... was pleasantly surprised to see my first work was so well-received~
thought I might as well take this out from the drafts and post this,,, although I'm still not 100% satisfied with this so might delete it later...
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Dear
Short Storybecause it is the little things that counts, that moves our hearts and that leads me to you... "Some journeys take us far from home. Some adventures lead us to our destiny" - C.S. Lewis A mother's story told from the eyes of her daughter through poe...
