
“The only requirement,” to be a writer, “is the ability to remember every scar.”
I have a few scars (and you do, too). There’s that girl in the eighth grade, my father’s illness in the seventh, and there was that boy earlier than that who told me to shut up every time I spoke to him. When did I learn to fear my voice? The true writer enters into wounds. Sometimes she enters into her own, often into the wounds of others, and occasionally even into the wounds of people she makes up. The writer enters into wounds because she knows when she confronts the wound, she will discover the secret of life (wounds turn to beautiful scars). What wound do you need to confront?
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I still cannot stand the color pink...I am a woman after all and I detest pink..After so many years when I see the color, my heartbeat excell so fast that even michael schumacher would be able to beat me in this car race...
I am so excited, I'm turning six today. Mom and dad went to buy all the party stuff, I wanted to enjoy it by my uncles house. He told me he has a surprise for me, I cannot wait. He always tells me he loves me and brings me gifts. I am a big girl now, oh how I longed to hear these words always as every one says your too small.
He called me to his room and gave me a box with the most beautiful pink dress. My eyes shown with excitement and asked him to help me put it on. Gently he dressed me and put make up on my face...I never looked so pretty before. He gave me a kiss on my cheek and said I look beautiful. Hearing these words was like the first drops of rain in a dry forest. My brother & cousins always taunt me that I'm the ugly duckling in the family. He is taking photos of me and tells me how to pose ...

