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Dear Future


1.Give me confidence to be able to attempt a summersault on the beach.
2. Promise me that my country will learn through its mistakes and be the marvel of a nation that it can be , so people don't want to leave it anymore.
3.Grant me enough patience to be able to do Yoga.
4. Assure me that my self worth was worth the battles that I fought with myself, when self doubt did its rounds.
5. Determine me to not only attempt cooking, but to conjure up that one trademark dish that all the kids in the family will tell their friends about.
6. Reflect in a deja vu, why my decision to not give up is what made me smile today.
8. Be prepared to see my kickass driving skills.
9. Be prepared to see love in the eyes of strangers that become family, in the memories framed on the wall.
10. When they point to the pictures, you make sure that they tell them my name.
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