This is a writing my daughter did. Check it out please.
There’s a legend about a specific park in the kingdom of Phénix. Its where two kids would go to the sandbox in the park and would find each other. After playing they would carve their names into the wood of the sandbox and they would be together no matter what. It could be as lovers, enemies, or as friends.
My father is taking me to the same place where mother and him first met when they were my age, the sandbox. I’m guessing the legend is true because my parents met there and my grandparents too. I hope I can find my other self, but demons don’t really get loved.
“Ma chérie, you go on and play,” Father said before sitting down on the bench right next to a sandbox. I walked over to the sandbox and started to play with the sand inside of it.
“Hey father, what do…
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The Restless Mind of Elizabeth Ann 