"The freedom-loving countries of the world will help us
in our struggle of good
verses evil and we will win.”

Everyday she went to hospital to accompany her, hoping [a] miracle would happen.

At [the strike of twelve o’clock strike], it was Christmas

The grandma was in danger. Everybody was called to hospital to see her last face.[ - perhaps: 'The grandmother became very ill and her conditioned deteriorated. The staff asked the family to gather around her bed to pay their last respects.']

[The y]oung girl

forthright finger slightly moved. She was with great joy.[ - perhaps: 'forefinger move slightly and she was filled with joy.']

She passed something to young girl’s mom when she went to toilet. - you don't really need this line as the next describes the gift. I would change it a little [ - perhaps; 'When the young girl and her parents went back home for some rest, her mom smiled as she remembered the small red packed that the old lady had passed to her earlier.]

She gladly open[ed]

There was[, however,] much to do. The excess was [therefore] placed in the storeroom, and the staff given instructions to send it back after the festive period.

Growing up in a small community, I never knew I had an affliction until I received my driver's license.

Then I remained in denial, and refused to admit my directional shortcomings. The first and most important reason

And we don't care about you being fat. Honestly, it hardly matters at all.

To my Dear sister Meg

[remove extra spaces?] Hello Meg

That garden had more colors than my box of 120 crayolas.

They have awarded you the title of honorary flower and want [perhaps; Honorary Flower, as it is a titile?]

Tell us about Red Avengers.["]
becoming a police [officer?] one day and
when I was dealing [with?] a murder

He is quite plump[y]

"It's worse[r] that I have expected
Take time, that's okay, but be quick [-re-edit?]

Pen-de-dumb-Poem

The anchor has bitten and the engine is switched off, leaving behind a silence that seems so complete that you’d swear time had somehow moved on, forgetting to take you along. The air is absolutely still, the sea like a sheet of heavenly silk, laid out to catch our dreams. The boats lie in disarray; abandoned by the wind like a child’s toys, scattered carelessly across the bay.

You'd think that he'd done all the work,
that giving birth was just a perk
of being married to the man
who's proved to all the world - "I can".

Those ordinary, little slippers lie on the floor, awaiting me.

When we finally arrive at preschool, I discover that my child is barefoot.