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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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Prompt: My favourite Valentine My favourite Valentine was one I received when I was fifteen. At school I was far from being the popular girl. I never felt I belonged. I think the reason being that I missed so much school. I was needed at home. We ran a delicatessen and when I say ‘we’, that meant my seventeen-year-old brother, me and my mother. My father and other brother worked at a factory during the week. So that was the scenario. Across the road from us lived an eighteen-year-old boy who was smitten with me. Me! A girl who had never had a boyfriend. Anyway this boy joined the navy and whilst he was away, sailing in some foreign waters, he sent me this lavish Valentines card. Satin cover, about a foot long, covered in hearts, cupids and roses. He’d written beautiful words and poetry using pink ink! I think we’d only exchanged one kiss before he left. So of course I took it to school. For one day I knew what it felt to be envied. No, I didn’t end up with this guy, I didn’t even like him, but he did me the biggest favour ever. |