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Personal Narrative: My Mother's Life
my mother's birthday was actually a month ago, so this happens to be a late post. anyway i was really happy because she really likes all the gifts, i made all the gift by myself because i know my mother would appreciate it and love it rather than i buy clothes or something for her, although many effort making the gifts, such as riding a motorcycle to mampang that is quite far from my home in a very hot day to make frame for the picture that i made her, making pillowcases to ciledug that is way more far and other things. but all that struggles paid off when i saw my mother's expression while opening the gift that i
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