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The pages may be blank, but the story continues to unfold |
| This brought a smile to my face today. I got an email from my ex-stepdad: "I just read "Writing Poems in the Rain" You have a gift that few others have. I'm very proud of what you have accomplished thus far, and I know there's much more to come. Keep your sights set high, and believe that anything is possible through hardwork and determination." One reason why this really makes me happy is that back when he and my mom were married, when I was a teenager, it seemed like I couldn't do much that made him proud, except when I graduated. He never went to my poetry readings or the stage performances I was in. It makes me feel good to know that he sees the talent I have now, and the dedication I have to something. |