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Happy Mothers Day, Mother | Aliterate

Happy Mothers Day, Mother | Aliterate


To everyone who is reading this post, this is not my occasional. In fact, this post was made specifically for a very special person in my life:

Dear Mother,

Your love
does not compare to anything in this world.
Your compassion 
can withstand whatever my little brother and I do.
Your determination
proves that you will never give up
no matter what comes across your path.
Your care
is like the superglue in our family.
Thank you for everything you do for me. 
I will never be able to repay what you have done,
 sacrificed, 
and went through to raise me. 
All I want to say is:
 I appreciate everything.
I love you, Mom,
Happy Mother's Day!

Common sense, am I right? 


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