When you see your mother’s arms as your bed...
Your father’s tears as your pride...
The delicacies of childhood as your crayons...
Your brother’s shoulders as your bicycle...
Your sister’s heels as your stage...
A chat with a loved one as an arcade...
A Child’s smile as your wealth....
A companion’s hug as your bubble...
Your passion as a mansion of your dreams...
Then you’ll know the world is yours...
After all,what matters the most is to celebrate what your heart sees....
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