How are mornings beautiful? When you wake up early due to the sound of falling rambutans, open your groggy eyes and stumble out to the garden to see dozens of morning flowers blooming yellow against the rising sun.
How are mornings beautiful? When you felt the cold dew kissing your feet and dad's there plucking the fruits. When beds of vegetables and young shoots waking up to your footsteps, and the bird-chirping silence danced alive.
How are mornings beautiful? When you look back and mom's packing the fruits, she prepares breakfast thereafter and had a sip of coffee. And you switch off the fan, knock the door to wake up your sis. she walks around in blurriness and brushes her teeth.
How are mornings beautiful? When the immense gratitude to God rises up from your heart that you're truly blessed to be born into this family.
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ok, gotha pack for wmm retreat, fetch new friend and go to church.
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