People said I resemble her face, do I really?
I want to be as graceful as she, who had the kindest heart of all.
I want the straight black hair, too.
The pampering in her arms I couldn't remember, but picturing her singing me to sleep arises the warmth in my heart.
She had left, exactly 20 years ago, but time would never break the bond between us, of a mother and her daughter.
Intracerebral infarction was what I googled today.
I love her. =)
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