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My New Children

Walking down the road this morning, 3 small children appeared. “You are my mother,” one of them informs me.

“I am not your mother,’ I protest.

“Please?” she pleads.

“You have a mother,” I reply.

“You are my mother?” she asks politely.

“Do you have a mother?” I ask back.

“ I have problems,” Came the reply.

“What problems do you have?” I want to know.

“I have five sisters,” she points to a place in the distance.

“What is your name,” I demand.

“Dechen,” she mumbles and looks at her shoes.

“And your sister’s?” I kneel down to look at the tiny little girl.

“DORJI PEMA,” Dorji Pema screamgiggles.

“OH!” I almost fall backwards on my bum.

“PicturePicture!”

It is a request.  I comply obediently.

“Ok then see you tomorrow”

“Ok bye bye BYE”

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Author:

Hi, I'm Kim Roberts. I'm a Contemplative Psychotherapist, teacher and author who shares creative practices that will transform your life. I'm also an artist. I share practical skills to train the mind, manage emotions and maintain mental health. I help people to find ground and inspiration in their lives- by aligning with the source of their inner wisdom.

2 thoughts on “My New Children

  1. kim! that’s so sweet! you’re lucky to travel like this and meet so different people!
    kisses from paris!

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