‘My Mother’s Favorite Toy’ By theboyatthecorner

My mother always hurt me back then. At first, I didn’t understand her why she did that to me. I’m her daughter. Her only companion in life. As time passed by, I learned to suck everything. My life was hard but it eases when I see her smiles. She’s my anchor, my strength, and everything I could ask for. I miss her a lot. I hope she’s watching me especially that I’m with her toy. With her favorite toy.

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