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Jan 2018
『My Mom』

I told mom I'm hungry
She told me to keep wait
I nodded at her cheerfully
Kissing my forehead and said,
"Sleep well my baby,
mom will be at eight,"

The clock sounds at eight
I woke up and off from bed
My stomach crumpled,
With the food I smelled
Goodevening, mom greeted
Everything's set

I excitedly sit on the chair
Tasting the food that mom had prepared
And stopped upon hearing knocks
I saw the sheriff captured my mom
Chewing the fluffy and juicy chow
The sheriff saw me and said,
"Stop eating that child, that was your neighbour's eyes,"
Written by
Angel Matthew  19/F/Philippines
(19/F/Philippines)   
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   Lior Gavra and Nqobile Victoria
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