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My hero


I am generous, kind, and loving but, I am, my mother daughter. My mom has been the light through my darkness. She's brave not just herself but the whole family She's hard working not just in a job form but also in family wise. She helps take in kids that are not hers because her first daughter gets distracted by the devil's juice. My mom has faught her whole life to make sure that her kids get to have fun being kids and make sure they don't grow up to fast. She's been there through my down fall when kids try to see me cry. She draws her mamma bear claws out to fight the battles I was to hurt to fight. My mom has always made my life awesome showing how to be forgiving, strong, and just an overall awesome person.
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