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My parents are the world to me... Maybe it's just how they've sacrifice themseleves for me? Or does every parent do it? My mom would wake me up at 3 in the morning and walked me to my day care, in which it was a couple of 100 miles away! Maybe it's how my dad would have to be awake with me at 3 in the morning to make sure I got to the bus when I was old enough, to then have to be the very first one on the bus to the very last one on the bus! I have to make them proud of who they've raised. Not only for myself but for them. So all their hard work can be worth it. 

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