gold´s golden child
Yes, Father, it hurst... we are still growing up... and when have been humiliated all our life, can not do what we like to do... enjoy the beautiful life you gave to us... we cry... and so, please, take me (us) in your arms... make me(us) feel your Love... make me(us) fell
strong, and can "educate" our Ego, that child so wild...
With my Love
Fernanda


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I am still under the spell of the beauty of God's words, and the beauty of your decision to share all this with us. Thank you deeply, Gloria
I want to read these letters over and over again...
Words cannot express my gratitude,
Nona Delcea, Vancouver