From a young age, I loved reading. My earliest memory of books dates back to nursery school. I recall the thrill of playing with a large red balloon until one night, my mum accidentally popped it. I cried and demanded a replacement, but it was too late; all the vendors had closed, except for a bookstall. My mum suggested buying me a book and telling me …
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