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I still remember what happened like it was yesterday. It was evening, and my mother had begun to prepare dinner. I was sitting at the kitchen table, finishing what little homework I had. A sheet of multiplication problems and 15 minutes reading. Seems like nothing right now but at the time it was a heavy load. My mother was a young woman but years of work and stress withered her beauty away. She had wrinkles in her cheek...
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜
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