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Sep 2018
I got little sick.
But i feel like a baby again;
Looking for my caretaker!
Pushing all her work aside
To rush to my side
Give me a warm hug
Prepare me special healing food
Sing a lullaby
Put me to bed
And say,"you will be ok".
Mom's love. Age is a number when your mom is your caretaker
Priya
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