BY MARY GRACE VATICANO
How old am I?
I am at that age when you look at things more placidly, yet with an interest to continue to grow.
I am at an age where you can just about caress your dreams with your fingertips and illusions become hopes.
I am at an age where love can sometimes be a crazy flame, anxious to be consumed in the fire of passion, and other times it is a peaceful refuge, like a sunset on the beach.
How old am I? I don’t need a number, those wishes that have come true, and the tears I shed for my broken ambitions along the way, are worth a lot more.
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