The end of an era...

So, my OU course is over.

Weird, it felt like it should have lasted longer... i suppose it was only a few months.

Hey, i learnt a tonne, and that's the most important thing.

For example, i learnt that i now don't completely detest writing in first person. I suppose this blog is one example of this, huh.

Why don't i post an example of my writing exploits you say? Well, because you asked so nicely: Be aware, i have dated the time i wrote this so it is essentially copyrighted so don't try stealing it. *Wags finger in a shameful way*

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Her tiny chubby arms reached out to him, grasping the air with such desperation. He smirked and stroked her blonde hair; such tiny wisps. She fit perfectly in her mother’s arms, as if she was made for them, which, her mother supposed, she may have been.

The blanket the nurses had wrapped her in was so plain; just a pale pink to match the paleness of the hospital room: from the white bed in the centre of the room to the cold, white tiles on the floor and walls, it was bland. He couldn’t wait to get his little girl back to their home and dress her in one of the many little outfits their friends had bought for her. Her mother felt the same, on a subconscious level, but at that moment all she could do was stare into her little creation’s eyes and see the reflections of the harsh neon lights in them. Her blue eyes transformed them into starlight.

When they were out of that hospital room and back home, she twirled the baby around her new bedroom, the pictures of her family and friends blurred in the background, melting into the lilac shade of the walls.

Soft toys seemed to be the present of choice as her cot was full of them; yellow bears, pink rabbits, and grey elephants. Her husband placed a hand on her shoulder and drew her close, surveying the room, a smile glued to his face.

‘Welcome home, Isabelle.’ Her mother whispered.