http://slow.writerscafe.org/jessyjac The original writings of author JessyJacob en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775939467 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Here is your writing shaped into a more fluid, reflective prose while preserving your thoughts and meaning:---Life is a journey.We do not truly know why we are born. We begin by living within the boundaries of our parents’ world, guided by their love, their rules, and their understan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessyjac/3131626/ When surrounding looks gloomy Though people around eyes looking for her or for himWe don't want to but we need to move aheadWe feel everyone of our responsibility are fine and we think we are done we like to end this time of ours Then you are really missing what your soul is seeking, then on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessyjac/3131614/ Most people who are born into wealth fear poverty. They avoid it, distance themselves from it, and never wish to experience it. 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International jobs i am not going to take, if I don't get job I will do my startupI am skipping breakfa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessyjac/3129136/ I was just thinking how much wife shall bear to make family together People say when you are getting married it's the final decision to marry and to live together.The reason I married it is for raising family a part in life and social responsibility and parents responsibility.I got conne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessyjac/3129081/ I miss that evening, where I was in sick jail, in next 2 days my son birthday, with my husband and fatherinlaw outside at the gate, watching me from window, and my sister arrived and took my son, to celebrate his birthday, I was happy to talk to my son that I am having best moments with pinni,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessyjac/3129060/ I see today you didn't sleep and was working whole night Please do take care of yourself I think trump is under coercion and thinking of stopping war, I heard no explosions todaySimpson foretold that Trump is going to die in this March month, let's hope his nasty things stop..I am fine a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessyjac/3128980/