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A mothers story part 2

As I walk down the street I notice all the lost and confused faces. They all seem to be looking for the same thing as each other, hope. As I see these people and their lost directions, I start to notice the other faces around me.

I look around and see a couple that are in love, holding hands and engaging in one another, the way you would usually only see in a romance movie. They seem so full of hope, confidence and compassion towards each other.

That’s when I realised what my life is missing, faith. To me, faith is the one thing that is worth confiding in others and trusting people, instead of my usual self of not letting me get close to anyone.

I believe now that if you have faith, then you can have faith in yourself, and to have faith in yourself, then you can have faith in others.

Okay, okay now I know that I am starting to sound like a preacher, but I have said nothing about religion, I simply said to have faith in yourself, and if religion falls into that perspective then good on you.

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