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Vicky was a
well-behaved,
intelligent and
creative child.
She loved
messing around
and did not
accept when
others tried to
get on her way.
Her mom was very
worried about
her safety and
well-being, and
said:
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— Vicky, don’t
play with
matches.
You will get
burned.
She would then
say:
— I won’t get
burned, mommy. I
am 6 years old,
and I know how
to look after
myself!
Her mom found it
funny. She would
hug her daughter
with love, and
hide the box of
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matches.
She
placed
them
where
she
would
not be
able to
reach
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The same always
happened. Vicky
played with her
friends, and her
mom would need
to watch over
them. Sometimes
the girl would
get a knife to
play with, as if
she was making
food, and her
mom would need
to stay on top
of her. She
didn’t let her
mother rest for
a second. Vicky
would always
complain
saying:
— Mom! I know
what I am doing.
I am a big girl
now!
— My daughter,
you still have a
lot to lear.
When you were
born in our
home, God made
me responsible
for your life.
My task is to
look after you,
protect you, so
that nothing bad
happens to you.
I also need to
protect all your
friends who come
over to our
house.
Do you
understand?
— Yes, I do mom.
— Great. When
you grow up and
have children,
you will
understand me
better. Now, go
out and play!
Therefore,
everything keep
happening on the
same way.
One day, Vicky
went shopping
with her mother.
On their way
back, a dog
followed them.
It was white and
brown coloured.
It seemed to be
abandomned.
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Vitcky loved him.
It was so little
and fragile, and
she loved dogs.
— Mom, can we
take him home?
— No, Vicky.
He has got an
owner already.
— It was
abandoned, mom.
I am sure.
Please can we
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him?
The mother would
refuse to agree
with her, but
she insisted on
asking. The
owner of a
bakery, close to
where they were
standing,
decided to
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— Sorry to
disturb, madam,
but the dog is
abandomned. I
usually give him
some milk
everyday.
Vicky then
said:
— See, mom? I
told you! Please!
He needs a home!
Her mom ended up
agreeing with
her.
— Fine, but only
with one
condition. You
will need to be
responsible for
it: food, water,
bath, and clean
after it.
Vicky agreed and
said:
— Come on, Roch.
I will be your
mom and look
after you.
Vicky would only
think about the
dog, from that
day onwards. She
would treat him
with love and
care for him.
Roch was
everywhere she
would go to.
When she went to
school it wanted
to go with her.
When she came
back, the first
thing she would
do would be hug
Roch. She would
also worry about
it:
— Roch, don’t go
there! Don’t eat
rubbish! Be
careful on the
street. The car
will catch you!
When the day was
over, she felt
tired but happy
at the same
time. Close to
mother’s day,
daugher and
mother were
sitting at the
garden.
They saw Roch
running, and
barking after a
buterfly. Vicky
looked at her
mom and said:
— Mom! You said
I would only
understand you
when I grew up
and had a son. I
don’t think I
need to grow up
for this.
Roch is like my
son, and I worry
about him all
the time!
Her mom smiled
at her
daughter’s
attitude. Vicky
smiled back and
they hugged each
other:
— HAPPY MOTHER’S
DAY, mom! I
haven’t bought
your present
yet.
Her mother
smiled. She
understood God
has his ways and
gives every
individual their
opportunity to
learn and
mature.
Her daughter was
growing up with
the experience
and becoming a
better person.
— You don’t need
to buy me
anything, my
dear. You
already gave me
the biggest
present I ever
wished for:
You!
Aunt Celia
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