Friday, April 06, 2012

I tell her

I tell her, butterflies have gone through agony before beauty stroke them. From ugly worms to lonely cocoons, they have to overcome all the pain and suffering before transforming into butterflies and flying high. And you are to overcome those pain now, so you can be the real beauty queen. I am sure you can.

And I tell her, birds drop their children from their nests, not because they do not want to raise their babies. They do that with great pain, I am sure, but they do not have any other choices. They just want their babies to learn to fly. So, you are now ready to be dropped from your nest. Tell your mom to do so.

I am sure you can fly high, like a beautiful butterfly, like a cheerful bird in the sky.
I am sure you can shine, like a twinkling star, like a rising sun.
I am sure you can be whatever you want to be.
You are the champion!

I love you, My friend, and I wish you all the best!

U're the best I've ever had

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je_z said...

I searched for like button, but it seems, blogger hasn't put it yet. LOL. Thanks, honey!!! So touched *hug n kiss* hehe