I looked at the woman standing there. I could have sworn it was my mother, but then again, she could not be, she looked so different, so happy, young and vibrant. She smiled and it warmed my heart. I wanted to get up and fall in her arms, but my memories held me back. I never knew this woman, this side of her. I looked at my father as he look……
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