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RE: Dear Aisha, My Journey Through Grief
I don't even have the mind to compose something beautiful, cos reading this is even making me cry. Modupeola mi, as mischievous as ever, full of life. It's hard, I mean your godson didn't even get to meet u. It is well
She was full of life. Thats the only way i remember her. It took a lot to finally get to this point to be able to write this. You will get there dear. One step at a time. It is well