My friend was only joking when he told me that my hands looked like those of a man’s. He said it wasn’t of a woman’s.Not even a girl’s.That’s what he told me just before Monday classes started, and I was standing in our school’s waiting shed. It was a joke
Everybody dreams of becoming the best in every aspect in the human life where there are competitions. We join contests to win. We fight to prove we are the greatest. We all want to get the golden cup or the sparkling medal for recognition of our glory and hard work.
She disguises herself but I know she is one. She has long red hair down her back and a sprinkle of freckles under her eyes and around her nose. She doesn’t talk much but when she does, she sings. She tells stories about women in yellow pants and capes and