A mother’s hopes for her daughter begins in her womb. She keeps hoping that the baby is a girl, mostly if her elder siblings are all boys. She starts imagining how she would pamper her and tr…
Source: My mother’s hopes
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A mother’s hopes for her daughter begins in her womb. She keeps hoping that the baby is a girl, mostly if her elder siblings are all boys. She starts imagining how she would pamper her and tr…
Source: My mother’s hopes
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I wish I had enough words to say thank you. I’ve really longed for an award. I’ve been offline since Saturday. Thanks
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