I walk into my room and all I see is my mom: the bedspread, the pillows, the curtains. Some she bought, others made. I take a walk to the kitchen, stops over at the sitting room, my mom again… she sowed the curtains herself, chose the cushions, the throw pillows, and then the wall: magnificent. […]
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