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God Is the Chemist That Produces Children
He doesn’t care how cute she is, how smart she is; He didn't care if she looked like his mother... Didn't know she was his legacy, sex made it easy for him to get from point A to point B: No responsibility, no attachments or sentimentality.
Was not about how adorable she is... He even said she was not his. .... and one day she asked. "Mommy where is my daddy” the quiet room, the painful eyes. As she grew in grace, in the back of her mind, she remembered her Grandmother's words... “Keep your mind’s eye on your creators’ purpose for you... Become great... take care of your teeth; Shine so bright that everytime you shine, your father will wish that he could go back in time... and say ..."she's mine”. Moreover, his failed life will be obvious, but do not be bitter. Be sweet...God loves you and the only combination to bring you to earth was through that God chosen union of… "your specific father and your specific mother" from which you were made. "and So-Beit: So be You!
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Vicki Acquah
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