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¡°Your Mother is always with you. 

She¡¯s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. 

She¡¯s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. 

She¡¯s the cool hand on your brow when you¡¯re not feeling well. 

She¡¯s your breath in the air on a cold winter¡¯s day. 

She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. 

Your mother lives inside your laughter. 

She¡¯s the place you come from, your first home, and she¡¯s the map you follow with every step you take. 

She¡¯s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you not time, not space...not even death.¡± - unknown   

 

 

 

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