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mama


When the sun sets and the moon rises so do the people taking nightclasses, who work the day shift at the resteraunt, 

When the sun rises and the moon sets, the people wak and the others sleep. Mama was one of the people who slept, trying to get some rest before her next shift, because the one person in the world that she wanted to be okay was doing just fine while she was working the day shift. Yeah I never see my mama but she'salways in my memories. Because my mama she worked herself to death trying to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads.

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