"There
you were, basking from beneath the shadows of the
lone narra tree, yet, again. Next to you was the
mango tree, tall and proud, yet no longer as lush
as I had remembered it. A few paces ahead of
yooou, I glimpsed the bamboo tree, standing
gracefully, evr swayiiing, ever growing.You once
likened yourself to that tree-sturdy yet
flexible, stalwart and majestic despite strong
winds. Even then I had understood. Many times I
have wanted to ask you-have you ever truly
realized how fortunate you are to have such a
loving and nurturing family? Your parents
tenderly watched you grow and mature. As a child
I watched you. I watched you grow from the
innocent youngster to the quiet, sentimental and
emotional young woman that you are now. I share
your joys, cy your pains, cheer on you success.
You are MAROO-the loving daughter, the affable
friend, nature lover, talented artist, the bamboo
tree. Know that I shall always be at your side,
watching over you, guiding you, loving you as God
does. How can I not... I am your angel.."
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