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Mother

I see her face so clearly. Long, loose curls tossed behind her then bounce off her back. She’s gorgeous. She knows it. She likes her eyes best. She’s always doing a wide gaze and pose. It’s ridiculous. She pouts a tiny bit as her eyes beam with a message I don’t know how to read. I try not to notice but like everyone else, my focus belongs to mama.

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