Category: Greeting Cards
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As a child, the clatter of the letterbox was pure magic—full of possibility. I’d race to the door, heart fluttering, hoping this time there might be something just for me. Usually, it was bills or dull-looking work journals for my parents. I’d groan, disappointed, unless it was my birthday. I remember complaining that I never…
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“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” my four year old repeated getting more and more upset. I had just said something about her first day of school, which was the following morning. I tried to reassure her, saying that I knew she was nervous, and that she’d be OK. “Mummy I can’t, I can’t, I…
