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One snowing day in the middle of the month of February in Odessa USSR there was a screaming sound of a child being taken from it's mother's womb. The mother was afterwards tired and fell asleep only to be awaken by the smell of hospital borsch.
As the years past and the infant developed into a cheeky adorable little devil of a girl. As the only child she became selfish and spoiled. The father left them for a shiksa and moved to America.
Fallowing other close family members the mother relocated to the land of the free and the fat as well. Years rolled by, there were good times and there were bad times. There were sad times and more sad times. tears were falling and lips were curving. As the child grew into a giant so did the quixotic nature of the child diminished.
twenty years later the child is not a child anymore but a self denying patient of the lessons of life. what is to be said about life and where it takes, only this: you never know.

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