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8th of May 2016.

You pinched me and you pinched me harder. You raised your voice and was garrulous all the time. In my childish thought did I swear wanting for another mother. As I aged, I learned to be grateful and more grateful for having you as my mother, as our mother. For you were there when we were growing. Now that we are all grown up, you didn't stop mothering us.

Thank you, Ma, for simply being our mother.

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