Your glasses are all steamed up.

Your glasses are all steamed up.

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This is a poem which I wrote for my mother. She's been going through a tough time and I just wanted to remind her that the family is here for her every step of the way. It might not be the best poem but it definitely means the most to me out of all of the poems I have written.
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This is my first ever story I wrote by myself with no help, and it took me roughly around 6 months to write. Please enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! It may not be the best written or told story, but it was a way to help me.

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