i can be very
mischevious
with people i'm
closed to...but
if i'm in
unfamiliar turf i
choose to be
quite and
observe...
I am not perfect. I live on
the planet Earth where
humans live. Humans
aren’t perfect. Never
have been. Never will be.
So I don’t always wear
the right clothes. And I
don’t always use the
right shoes. My memory
sometimes fails me. I
don’t look like a fashion
model. I don’t cook like a
French chef. I don’t
always do what people
expect of me. I am
human. I am imperfect.
But there is no one else
like me in this whole wide
world. I am unique. I am a
miracle.