I remember when I was in high school, our English teacher asked all of us in class to write a composition entitled Twelve Years of My Life. I wrote my composition on that subject well. Things are not complicated when life is still young, but when we reach the right age to decide on important things, all becomes difficult. By this time, I admit that I faced many troubles in life. Yet, the joy that I found in my husband’s countenance and his willingness to do good things are enough for me. Life is just a matter of moving forward and partaking bittersweet memories.
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