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  • Ever since I picked up the key in a pile of junk for a first-tooth ceremony, everyone knew I would be a peace maker. To this day, I am still amazed how that ordinary key could foretell such truth; because It's true, I fight for peace, in my own little way. I can't stand it when voices are raised, lips are tight, and the air crackles with tension. I can't stand that silence after an argument, when everyone is stiff, angry...as if there is nothing left to say. Arguments are there for a reason I know, perhaps to settle our differences. But must they be settled like that? There is always opinion, always stubbornness, always greed, always need, and rarely sharing. You either have it all, or you have nothing. And so the ugly result is war. Some people cannot get over each others differences; I know this first hand. A mother who is dedicated to cleanness and a Father brought up with many pets is not always such a good mix. Ever since I can remember, whenever an argument bubbled to the surface, I would cringe for a while before leaping up and pushing the two quarreling bodies together, hoping that a hug would end the war.

    If to embrace was the solution to every dispute, what a world this would be!
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