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THAT CHILD



I dedicate this book to that one precious reason I need to live— my Sofia Clare Gabrielle.

WARNING: This is a children’s book for sensible adults.

Surprises bring out that child in me. The feeling of being innocent of what to happen draws excitement and challenges the faith that I have.

Deep in my heart, this book is never a thing I thought I can make because with all my limitations I understand that I really cannot come up with this one. I can only play with words. To animate the message so as to touch the hearts of the readers will always be beyond my knack.

This piece I will never claim mine alone because I am only a small fragment of the stories you are about to read.

I give everything back to Him who has blessed me with fellows whom I love and love me; who hated me and then forgave me; whom I forgave and now learns to return forgiveness. This is also for you who have left a piece of yourselves in me.

Remember that we and that child in each of us are the real authors of this. To get into the core of what I mean and before you start to read allow that child in you to play and enjoy, get scared and ask for help, turn naked and accept that there is too little that we know.


May we all find that child in us and that child may find us

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