I was their world, their hero.
The aunt who was their playmate.
They were my world, my little ones.
Grown up now, I’m less their world.
Time has taken them away.
Their lives are busy and full.
The aunt that was once a hero.
Left on the shelf like an old toy.
By C.E. Pereira
(26-2-2023)
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I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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HoneyGwhiz 
Beautifully said! That’s why, one needs to be one’s own hero!
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Thank you.
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…and finally, having some me-time!
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Not really. 🌷
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Yes, I understand. ❤️🙏🌺
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Thank you. God bless.🌻
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I can relate 💙😘
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Thank you. God bless.🌺
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