After I grow up I will marry one man.
I will marry only one man. He will marry only me.
Then we will grow many kids on our farm.
Our kids will have dimples, rosy cheeks, blue eyes.
The husband will have nice eyes, good heart, good mind.
He will own a black bullet like bike like my dad has.
He and I will fly on the black motorbike.
We will eat world’s best chicken, ice cream, chocolate.
He will be nice to all and animals.
The husband will have many friends.
When I dream, read, write or sleep he will play on the farm.
He will not talk like a parrot.
He will be quiet and happy.
We will live happily everafter.
Anusha
7 Yrs
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