On February 22, 1995 in the hospital a baby was born. That baby was me. Well my mother was giving birth and I had finally come out. I saw people surrounding me and lots of smiles. I heard people saying it's a girl and she is so beautiful. You guys are lucky parents. I touched my fathers hand and his hand was soft, chubby and big. I felt happy but at the same time I felt loved for the first time ever by my father. It made me feel lucky and glad to know that when I came to the world that I had a family.
Were we suppose to paste the poem to our blogs or write our own experience?
ReplyDeleteBirth is such a beautiful thing :) Nice description.
ReplyDeleteGoog job i like your post very much, but that wasnt the homework.
ReplyDeleteWhat does being born have to do with blossoming?
ReplyDeleteHmmm... I don't remember being born.
ReplyDeleteThats awesome how you cam talk about you own birth.
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