My paraffinlamp

My paraffin lamp was always readily filled with oil and I knew exactly where the matchbox laid… When our side of town lost electricity, we didn’t sit in the dark. My siblings gathered around me even our next-door neighbors’ kids. They sat patiently waiting for the day’s story. “tell us a story about a Princess ” and I would tell it like I was born to tell stories.

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Heloooow and mahadsanid(thank you) for visiting my blog. I'm Munimar(combo of my two names) I'm a mother of two darling boys, a Creative soul, lover of Coffee & Kindness. I am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi😊

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