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
This three part story has been written anonymously due to the nature; raw truth, sexually explicit relations, casual narcotic abuse and obscene language.18+
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