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A Glance at a Young Dreamer

I was going through my files early this evening and this is what I found. This is something I wrote before I started college. 😀

Fifteen years ago, the idea that the little baby girl, born on a rainy Sunday afternoon, would one day become both a writer and a painter with deep appreciation for life and adventure would have been thought as an ambitious joke. The question, “what would a sleepy, little baby girl grow up to be?” have been raised countless times.

Today, after seeing the young lady that the baby girl had became, the idea had been accepted, by those who know her, as possible in the near future. They acknowledged her dreams and pursuit for it. Nobody is questioning anymore. It can happen.

From the first day of her life, she was blessed with a father and a mother who never thought anything mattered more than their children. She was a girl who grew into a teenager with a zest for life and a love of adventure.

As she was growing up, her mother’s soft and gentle voice and her father’s unbreakable strenght of spirit guided here surely and securely to the future. Above all, they gave her a place to be herself, to grow up, to laugh and cry, to dream and strive on her own. She’s learning that lesson well. She accepted who she was, but she cared more for what she could and should become.

She was the queen of her domain. She believes that if we can only believe and put our hearts to it, dream can still come true. She transformed this belief into the creation of short stories that appeared on their school publication and those that were unpublished but were enjoyed by her classmates and friends.

And for a thousand days, she was a high school student who shares quite a time and ideas with her mentors and classmates. She is also the daughter who was once protected by her parents. She went on to become their pride. Her father taught her to reach for the moon and the stars. She did that in everything she did.

She is one of her parents’ three miracles. She is still becoming the person she will one day be, and doing it at the beat of her own drummer. She is only just beginning. There is still a great promise of things to come. And who, you may ask, is this young dreamer? The girl who knows dreams can come true, me.

*Grins sheepishly* So naive. So immature. So me. 😀 I think I wrote this a little before high school graduation. *blushes non-stop* Sometimes, it is pretty interesting to read what you’ve previously written. It shows you just how you’ve changed through time. 😀

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About princess of antiquity

Abbi Cabanding is a member of the Security Bloggers Network and had been blogging on information security since 2006. She is also a member of the Association for Computing Machinery. She studied Computer Science and Fine Arts at the University of the Philippines - Diliman.

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