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I don't know. I don't know, what it feels like to love as a parent, because my experience is limited by my experiences. I haven't had the chance to experience parenthood, however existence is shared by all existing things, and whenever I observe the existence of parenthood, Many things are shared with me. Good and Bad. It is here I begin to understand what a child is to a parent. A child is like the sun, to its parents sea. The brighter a child shines, the deeper its rays penetrate, the layers of the sea. And you may wonder, How does the sun get to shine bright? The sun gets to shine bright, Through the love, understanding and acceptance of the sea.
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
The Sea and its Sun
I don't know. I don't know, what it feels like to love as a parent, because my experience is limited by my experiences. I haven't had the chance to experience parenthood, however existence is shared by all existing things, and whenever I observe the existence of parenthood, Many things are shared with me. Good and Bad. It is here I begin to understand what a child is to a parent. A child is like the sun, to its parents sea. The brighter a child shines, the deeper its rays penetrate, the layers of the sea. And you may wonder, How does the sun get to shine bright? The sun gets to shine bright, Through the love, understanding and acceptance of the sea.
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
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