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DEAR DAUGHTER

Storried Dear Daughter
– By Jade
My dear daughter,
Time and events have made it necessary for me to write this to you, to serve as a guide to life, to point you in the right direction whenever you miss your way, or you’re unsure of what to do.
There is a time in your life when you’re meant to accumulate all the values and experiences you need. It is at the age of innocence when a character is not yet formed. At this time, you’re a teenager full of dreams, believing there are no limits to what you can achieve.
You’re vulnerable at this stage, your greatest defences are the lessons you’ve been able to imbibe from those charged with your care. If you hold on to them they will spare you a great deal of pain. Otherwise, you may end up taking steps whose repercussions you may never overcome.
Be chaste, don’t be in a haste to “pop that cherry” or “give that dog a bone”. There will be many temptations and there will also be plenty of time for that, but first, allow yourself the time to grow in body and mind. There are more regrets to be had in yielding too soon.
Storried Dear Daughter
As you become an adult, you gain the freedom to go into the world, away from the protection and comfort of home and the people in it. It is their wish for you, that you conquer and thrive. Be careful how you exercise this freedom, don’t be rash or feel the need to experience everything at once. Know that whatever gives you pleasure, if misused can also bring pain.
At adulthood, you’re entering the best years of your life, because you now possess the right to impact society in whatever capacity you desire. Explore, discover and utilise all avenues to success and greatness. The self-satisfaction this will give you is second to none. As a tip, note that a confident and assured woman is everyman’s weakness.
Finally, and above all, my dear child in all you do, do not forget God. His plans may go contrary to yours and prove more difficult than what you expect, do not, for this reason, forsake Him, He is always faithful and will always be with you. He is the porter, His works are that of perfection and all they bring are happiness.

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