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A blessing given by the heavens, some remain, some do not. Some can become one, while others were never meant to. A figure permanent and true - a mother. I drifted back in time, where lullabies freely swam, a place filled with sunlight and dawn, swaying gently while I stood still. Someone I love, someone I sometimes hate, yet one thing remains certain - she is my mother, without question.
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:25 AM UTC
A Blessing and a Figure
A blessing given by the heavens, some remain, some do not. Some can become one, while others were never meant to. A figure permanent and true - a mother. I drifted back in time, where lullabies freely swam, a place filled with sunlight and dawn, swaying gently while I stood still. Someone I love, someone I sometimes hate, yet one thing remains certain - she is my mother, without question.
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:25 AM UTC
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