She was manipulated from with illusion picture for a young girl that nuptials knots are as a season to sow a woman to glides of love and compassion but little away from the reality, fate decided a game of surrogacy,

Dancing and trolling on dolls, playing her innocence in hopscotch, pebbles throwing to the gaiety of rivers, the winds gusting her tangles but carelessly on wonders, how would define one probability of her sweetness and kind beauty,

As nailed with time soon a day came reaching onto puberty, a...