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The Love Of A Mother

Morning dawns on another day –sunlight piercing through finger print smudged- windows-, for now all is quiet and still.

As if life is holding its breath for the chaos that will no doubt ensue far too soon.

You make your way across the floor using your mad ninja skills to avoid the spill of Legos booby trapping the walkway behind the couch and the fire truck that will wail if it moves.


The collection of miniature kitchen utensils and cups that you could swear you put away a thousand times and reach for the prize…

The Love Of A Mother

Coffee.

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