Whispers of the Dark

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I let the beam of the sun go through my huge window, touching my skin.   It was a perfect sunny day. It would have been great to do outdoor activities, if only I was allowed to actually go out and live like a normal person.    I sighed as I let my body collapse on the huge white bed inside this unit I’m in. I hated that I was born into this kind of life.   Children should have choices. They should be allowed to see all different options of families. They should decide for themselves what kind of family they would like to be born into. After all, it is the children that will either prosper or suffer.    Because I had the choice, I know I wouldn’t choose this luxury, this fame, or this privilege. I wouldn’t want to be born as the only child of a famous politician, and now the daughter of the newly elected Philippine president.  &n