Many memories are already deep in the heart, and when I am alone, I often recall them repeatedly, and when I have time, I record them one by one, counting as a memorial to my mother.
Mother is like a ripe mango, for our future and happiness, with hard work for a lifetime, knowing that the road ahead is bumpy, even if it is burned to pieces, it is not a turning back. [Tears]
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