Fau-Fei
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Concluida mar, jun 8, 20212h 29m
She really love her. Even though she had bruises, warts, and wounds, she stayed by her side. She's her Mother after all. No chef in the world can ever hope to complete with her love-filled, home-cooked meals. She's my ray of sunshine, especially when the days feel so dull and gray.
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She always told stories to her. She missed not a day until her Mother is slowly losing her breath.
Nothing is more essential than a mother.
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