Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She was an orphan, and the orphanage where she grew up was very strict. The women who took care of the children were very crewl. They were always punishing her, even though she was always a good girl. For some strange reason, those women had a special dislike for her. So she had a sad childhood. She always felt sad, worried, lonely... she only heard bad words. Empty words. Words without substance but full of bad intentions.
She continued growing up and she became a very beautiful girl. When she became of age she left the orphanage never to return. She found a job that she liked and a man to be with and she was happy. Her life made a complete turnabout. She had a new one. And what she liked (or treasured) most about her new life were the beautiful words. In the orphanage nobody had ever used (or even whisperred) them. But now quite to the contrary, she heard them often - words that made her happy. Words like brilliant, awesome, fantastic, excellent, exceptional, perfect, fabulous… were part of her life. And she liked it. maarttaaa
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