grace

The Inheritance of Kindness

I often find myself wondering — why is it so difficult for some people to be kind? Especially to those who serve them, quietly, day after day, without asking for much in return. A waiter at a restaurant, a house help, a colleague who takes the blame so the team stays safe. What makes someone raise their voice or dismiss another person’s dignity so casually?

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Grace of a daughter

In her eyes, a gentle light,  
A beacon through the darkest night.  
With every laugh, the world renews,  
A joy so pure, like morning’s hues.  

She carries grace in every stride,  
A heart where love and dreams collide.  
A daughter’s gift, beyond all measure,  
A timeless bond, life’s greatest treasure.  

On this day, we celebrate,  
The joy they bring, the love they create.  
For daughters, bright as stars above,  
Are the world’s purest form of love.
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