She sat on the bed and was rehearsing something. All of a sudden she recited this poem of hers. Leila is quite the dramatic one! Proud mummy moment: A poem by Leila Rose Kassar The Magical Unicorns High above the ground, I sailed. Helplessly. Helplessly. Floating along in my abandoned boat. Help! Help! In the … Continue reading The Magical Unicorns: A Poem by Leila Rose Kassar
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Father Who? Oh! You Mean Papa Noel.
I used to get two presents from my parents on the 25th of December, one for Christmas, and one for my birthday. I don’t remember if I was bothered that my brothers, in fact, that MANY people get presents on MY birthday. I don’t remember if I ever thought that Santa Claus was real. I … Continue reading Father Who? Oh! You Mean Papa Noel.
Natasha Devalia 