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IT'S MOTHER'S DAY AND HERE I SIT ALL ALONE. MY MOM IS GONE AND MY CHILDREN ALL GROWN. I WONDER WHAT DID I DO WRONG IN LIFE. I ALWAYS TRIED TO BE THERE FOR THEM THROUGH TROUBLE AND STRIFE. FROM BABIES TO ADULTS, I TRIED TO GIVE THEM THE BEST. I WORKED LONG HOURS WITH SOMETIMES NO REST. I WORKED AT SCHOOL EVENTS, GIRL SCOUTS AND SUCH. NOW I SEE THAT IT DIDN'T MEAN VERY MUCH. THEY HAVE THEIR OWN FAMILIES AND ARE OUT ON THEIR OWN. HERE I SIT ON MOTHER'S DAY..ALL ALONE.
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