[Trigger warning: sexual violence]
Thirty-five. The number of years of life I am celebrating.
Thirty-five. The number of times she is forced to have sex with different men a day. She’s only 7 years old.
Let that sink in.
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My Birthday Tradition (A Gift for my Mom)
It’s my 32nd birthday today. When I was young, my father taught me that I should buy my mother a gift on every one of my birthdays, because she had worked so hard to give me life. I took my dad’s suggestion so he would not cancel my allowance because I love my mom.
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Please Celebrate Your Birthday
So your birthday’s coming up.
Soon you will turn 20, or a quarter of a century, or 29, or the big 3-0 (…GASP), or 37, or whatever age you will be. You are trying not to think about it because there is this feeling of disappointment that comes with thought of getting another year older.
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31 reasons I’m proud of my family [written on my 31st birthday]
The older I get, the more I’m grateful for the family God has given me. For my 31st birthday, I want to tell them how proud I am of them and how much I love them. It seems cliché to say this, but I don’t tell them enough. [Warning, this post might seem a bit corny and sappy. Though with age, I don’t mind as much] So here are 31 reasons I’m proud of my family.
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