"𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚 𝐬𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠 '𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚. 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐩𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐚, 𝐚𝐤𝐨 𝐧𝐚..."
Like a sunbeam trapped in human form, her smile pierces through storms, a radiant warmth that melts the frost of despair. Her laughter...
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"Some souls are too beautiful for this world. So they leave..."
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In the tapestry of life, a mother's love is the golden thread that weaves through the years, a luminous filament spun from sunlight and starlight. Each whispered tale, laughter echoing like sunlit chimes, and warm touch that paints constellations on a child's back, binds them to her essence, a thread transcending even the tapestry shears of time. Her absence, then, is not a gaping hole, but a shift in the weave, a sunset ablaze with the afterglow of her radiant life.
She was an angel on earth, her wings disguised as a warm embrace and a gaze that held galaxies of love. Like a sunflower turning to the sun, her heart followed the light, showering everyone she met with its golden warmth.
Now, called heavenward by unseen threads, she has left a daughter on earth, adrift in a sea of grief.
