She was just not like any other girls
She knew that she wasn’t special
She was thin and tall
Always having a smile
What we called good was to her natural
What we saw as miracle she made it look like a trick played by an oracle
She was the one
Yes always ready to make us feel safe and welcomed
How do I describe her?
She is my mother
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Short Story / Humor
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