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It was a hot summer day in Pécs. I was the first child to born, probably the most loved one.
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Merena Rozina was the cutest creature until my brother was born. On another hot summer day, huge black eyes and hair. I can still remember that day.
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My parents had divorced, so we decided to move to Budapest, to my mothers hometown.
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I got into an art school, which - as it turned out as time went by - was way more terrible than anybody could have ever imagined. I was digging my own grave.
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The blond prince, the youngest of all was born on a beautiful summer day in August, just like his siblings. He brought joy and happiness with - and within himself. Our little wonder.
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We became friends in third grade and we have been growing, learning, experiencing everything together since then.
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I am who I am today because of him.
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From a screwed up X|||. school to a Franciscan Catholic one.
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Everything was falling apart. Inside and outside.
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For a long time I couldn’t decide whether to learn french or english. Maybe french is still closer to my heart but I don’t regret coming to this school afterall.
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Actually, this was a long process. Oh, and this also happend together with my friend.
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I had a hard time and I still do. But not everything’s black and white.
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Dear life,
I trust you.
Maja
