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I saw my Mother today. A necklace hung around her neck, a gift that she had meant for me that I never would wear. Her hair formed a dark halo around her face as she smiled at the voice of a small child running down the hallway. I walked beside her into the school office and we passed her desk, too cluttered and busy, sheltered in her private corner waiting for the children who came to see her. In a world of first grade pictures and finger paints, I see her portrait in my eyes hung in dedication and hugs.

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