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please do not read-Unfinished fiction Work-Mother and Son

In my womb i carry you,attached to my chord,i feed you my love,i nurture you with warmth.you come to the world,my pride and joy.I
hear your first cry,i listen to your first word,I watch you take your first 
step,you are my cherished treasure.i kiss the cut on your finger,i brush the bruise on your leg,i hug you,you are part of me,part of who i am,you 
are all i am,we share the same color of the eyes,thn same curl of the hair,the same smile,the same heartbeat,you are my son,and i love you.I watch you grow,you've grown,Yes you've grown,tall,very tall,taller than me,yet  you're still my little
child,i'm scared of this big world,yet,i want to let you be you,to face the challenges ,i  give you wings,i watch you 
fly,you fly far away,so high,and from a distance till my last breath,i protect you.You met a girl,her name is belle,You're happy,i can feel your butterflies churn.You'll marry 
her on your return,but you'll never return,not to me,nor to her.Loyal to 
your flag,you face your death.I pray and pray,thinking of times,i 
watched your eyes flutter in bed.Then,that dreadful night,i won't forget the sound of a passing bell.At midnight,the phone rang,and rang,i didn't answer,
Later ,a knock on my door,the news i have dread,the christmas eve i'll never forget.The words,Much regret.Your son is a hero,your son is dead.My  grown up child,  never to be wed,a mother staring at  an empty cradle,holding to memories,cherishing her son's hat.

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