My Happiness 🫀

In my past life, I went after things and did things for the sake of happiness.😇 I played, danced, and I also sought happiness from people I thought were mine 🥺 But at this stage in my life, I realized that my happiness is not in anything else, not with other people, but with "my mom and dad" ❤️😊 inside my house.

They told me everything about happiness and sadness in the river called life. They didn't like me to feel sad 🙂 And one thing I realized is that if I could hear my mom and dad's voice 🥺💗 , no matter how I was, I would feel safe and happy. So, mom and dad, I love you very much - my happiness and my happiness are all you 💞  So, you two should be smiling everywhere in my life.🧚💗 For my happiness😊

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