remember the time, remember the girl

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I remember that girl who was excited about every moment of life. I remember how inquisitive she was, asking her mother a million questions. I remember how often she smiled. I remember how imaginative she was that she had to create other worlds to house her dreams. I remember how relaxed and comfortable she was around everyone. I remember how carefree she was and how emotionally available she was to others. She shared her light, her love, her sadness openly. She held no judgments and no resentments. She lived and let live. She got over bumps and bruises easily. I remember how she knew she was loved unconditionally without even knowing how to spell ‘unconditionally’. She was so free. I miss her. I hope to meet my 3-year-old self soon. I can learn so much from her.

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