My Mother
My mother was the one who would chase the monsters away from under the bed for me. She was my best friend always there no matter what and for giving me life i owe her alot. Im my teenage years i was rebellious didnt listen didnt care. I would give anything now to listen to the stories she used to share. I miss my mother and i know she is watching over me. She is in heavan now where she should be.
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