...there was a girl that was the last of four sisters. Their family lived together in the small town of Ras Al Khaimah for many, many years until their father retired.
The family was separated by land, sea and time. Times were hard for the sisters. They moved into their own homes, and although they lived fairly close to one another, nothing came more prominent in their lives then their sudden independence.
What was clear to them now, more then anything else; it was time to grow up.
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A day in the life of the youngest sister of four. Trials and tribulations, shaky and stable relationships, and the altogether random bablings of someone one with too much to say.
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I'm excited. And I believe in you!
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