The Lost Tongue

Sometimes as we grow up we forget who we are. I always told myself as I get older I will still be that smiling little boy, but one day I lost my smile and I forgot the meaning of being a kid. I began to spend long hours doing school work, volunteering, soon I started working and now I’m at college.
My mom had to take care of her house at a young age, her mom did too and so did my Dad. My grandmother started a family at a young age and didn’t stop working and sharing her love with the world until the day she died. From the moment we landed here so many years ago, we had to give up being a child at a very young age. Now when I see kids I feel sorry for them. They don’t know what hand games are, how to…

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