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Feb 2020
She didn't get her children the stars they asked for.
She educated them and made them fly to the constellations
They always dreamed of.
My mother is an angel. She never gave us all we asked for. She made us work for it. As a result, my sibling and I always work for something. Today, we realise our mother's words are true, and nothing in life comes easy.
You have to earn rewards.
A tribute to my mother, who works hard for me everyday....
Harshitha Girish
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Harshitha Girish  16/F/India
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