I have always been proud of my baby, raffee.
For us, her parents and sisters, she is a star that keeps on shining
even if it is raining.
Sixteen years ago, her cries and smiles seemed like music to our ears.
A fragile baby that was a sight to behold. A gem so precious, one would want to hold forever.
Growing up years, made us parents prouder
as the gem in her shone brighter.
Lessons learned, lessons taught, made this baby of mine
A young lady so fine. . .
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