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❦ ⋮ 𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀.
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erstwhile, i once said that when i grow up, i want to be like my mother whom taught me how to read the shapes of abese, willing to wake up early for make diversiform of nourishment, grouse soothingly when i behaved imprudently. long before that, she is the one who hold my fragile hands, and hug me withal warmth which funneled from the inside of herself. her tenderness is inexhaustibly, i will never be able to find it in anyone. i might wandering aimlessly, but you hold the destination of mine; your little daughter who didn't know anything about life. you acquaint about bliss to me in motley ways, aught of mine will never be enough to reciprocate everything that you have given to me. today's commemoration is intended only for my praiseworthy mom,
t.me/yookarinaa ♡
t.me/shawtysonly ♡
t.me/luneism ♡ buna isel, and all mothers out there. happy feasting on your day, angels!
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