They were having a picnic on a park when a little kid ran toward them. The child stared at them for a while and then, thinking that they weren't the parents, ran somewhere else.
She laughed.
"You'd be a good mother," he said.
"Really? I'm afraid I won't. I might make the mistakes my mother did."
"Then we'll guide each other."
She held his hand and replied, "It's funny how you'd like to marry me and have children with, knowing my past."
He smiled at her and said, "Because having little yous and little mes is a delight I'd gladly want to experience."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...
