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Desert Rose

If I ever had a daughter like me, I’d call her my little desert rose so she knows I’ve lived it too— a brittle-stemmed rose blooming through sandstorms. Were I to have a daughter— someone soft like me... I’d tell her I’m sorry. Not for bringing her into a world where cruelty exists— but for letting her live in it when her petals part before her thorns remember to rise. If I ever had a daughter who feels and pains like me… I wish I don’t. It’s a gift to feel everything, they say. But I’ve loved it enough to know— the world punishes it. I selfishly wish she would never be like me… I want her to stay an unguarded, unbroken wild daisy.

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Date: 6/18/2025 12:19:00 AM
Thar's great! Such raw emotion: a mother's love, pain, and selfless hope.
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 6/18/2025 2:51:00 AM
Thank you, Ali :) I really appreciate your kind words.
Date: 6/13/2025 1:36:00 AM
Lovely!
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 6/13/2025 2:07:00 AM
Thank you for your kind support, Karen <3

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