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the sun shines until she gets back home from gardening or sharing kindness if my mother is ever sick the air becomes a poison to inhale the blue skies wear my concern for her even my tears would pray along with me because of my mother, I read my children behaviours and anxieties I weep my fatigue somewhere else in dark just to share her smile on my grandchildren my mother will always holds a heart filled with lessons and treasures because of her loyalty and love, I learned how to create a community of my own home 21