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On July 3rd of 2008, just one week after high school graduation I gave birth to the most beautiful 5 pound eleven ounce child the world had ever seen. She was stark white, and her eyes were grey on the edges, green and hazel in the middle, and honey brown at the core around the pupil. They were the most magnificent iris’s I have ever seen, and as an artist I take a special interest in eyes. They are not just the windows to the soul, but the most beautiful anatomical parts on the human body in my opinion. I was entranced by my child’s eyes, and like most infants, her eyes changed to a darker color by the next day, but the beauty of that image, the first time me and my daughter’s gazes met, I will never forget, for after all,  they were the most beautiful objects I’ve ever seen.

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As a History Major, I would love to get my masters at Harvard, so I know I’d be guaranteed a job no matter where I went or what the economy. I would be accredited just because of my degree. The bottom line is, that I don’t have the cash, especially with a child on my arm. If I won the lottery, I’d spend that money on tuition for Harvard Grad School, so that I could earn my MA in History from them. With that lottery money I’d be guaranteeing my daughter and myself a life of comfort and stability, because I’d buy and education that is virtually priceless.

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As a child, I told my mother that if she didn’t take me Christmas shopping with her for my gifts I’d tell my sister that Santa isn’t real. Of course, in fear that I would damage my 5 years younger little sister’s innocence and ruin Christmas for her that year she took me with her to Toys R Us. Little did we know then that it would be the catalyst for the ONLY family tradition my family honors. It was Christmas eve when we went shopping that night, and when I came home I was so excited to open up my long awaited Firby, that I got my sister with me and we begged my mother to let us open one gift at Christmas. That was December 2008, and although me and my sister are both in separate places, we always open each others’ gifts to one another on Christmas eve, and my boyfriend and daughter open one at midnight as well.