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I watch my daughter playing in the rain with the colored paper boats; seeing her unmasked joy as I sipped my cup of steaming coffee. In her, I see myself, many years ago. So many dreams and my life had been brimming with hope, like hers now.
But like the rain water trickling into the paper boats slowly, threatening to reduce it into a pulpy mass any moment, my hopes had been crushed like those dainty crafts.
It cannot happen again, I think fiercely; my daughter would chase her dreams and no one can snatch that away from her.