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EIGHTEEN

There is barely an hour left till I officially turn 18 which means to say that I will be of age in a little while.

Turning 18 is a big deal since 18 is the age where a girl turns into a lady, It may seem cliche but even I can't believe that in just a few moments I would legally become an adult.

In the past 18 years, my life has not been perfect but it has been a roller coaster ride.

In the 18 years that I have lived there is so much to be thankful for and for everyone who has been a part of my life in one way or another thank you.

As I enter a new chapter of my life I bring with me lessons that I have learned as well as experiences that I will cherish. Turning 18 mean a lot to me since it will bring in new responsibilities.

I cannot believe how fast time flew by for it seems just like yesterday when I turned 13 and became a teenager but now here I am about to turn 18 and become legally an adult. I know that life would be harder from here on out but I know that I will be able to face these new challenges head on.

I am really really grateful for everything that has happened in the past 18 years, who would ever believe that I was actually a premature baby, I have indeed come a long way. To each and everyone who became a part of my life thank you so much

And of course this post would not be complete without a shout-out to my twin sister who also turns 18 Happy Birthday to us Charlene :)

CHEERS TO BEING 18

DEBUTANTE MILITANTE


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