It's 2:00 Am right now. Over my lap my world, my baby, my daughter is playing. She is cute little doll. But I won't be writing about her. At this odd hour I was reading my old blogs. When I realised I used to be a good writer, but why and when did I stopped writing.
As I am writing this blog my cute Lil daughter is pulling my hand to stop writing. And kicking with her legs to play. So I'll write this blog later
Motherhood didn't end your writing, it just gave it a new chapter.
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