I rock her in my arms, my little baby girl,

I look at that soft face, her smiley eyes…

She laughs in my arms, and in my heart I ask:

Where will we be five years from now?

Will we have security;

Will we be able to endure?

I hear my little five year old boy,

Reading words from a book on his own,

His voice like a melody of waterfalls…

Just five years ago I was holding him newborn.

He rested peacefully on my chest,

I could embrace him warmly with only on...

“Debutante”

(my perspective on pageant recent experience)

After the busy days of my 8 years old first experience on a pageant, I was draw to collect my observations.  I watched, listened, looked and saw girls from different ages and backgrounds.  Some showed dreamy, exciting little faces, others (mostly the older ones) their own fears, teary faces just before the great finale…  I gave a hand to a girl who needed to fit on her stunning dress; her eyes told me how scared she really...