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I remember when I was little my mom didn't have enough money to take care of me and my two other sisters. Each time when someone gives her some gifts she sells them so she can have money so that she is able to take care of us. In that money she makes a way to give us food and pay for our school so that we have an education. When there's parties we don't have anything pretty to wear to go to the party so people would look at as with a nasty face and laugh. A few years later my mom got pregnant. Her pregnancy didn't go as smoothly as she wanted. She got really sick that she couldnt even have the strength to take care of us. Soon my grandmother stepped in to take care of us. She finally had her baby girl. Then the baby was a few months old when her mothers ex husband poisoned the baby and she died. America thank you for everyone that was reading the story God bless you
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