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Remember It All
splashes in through the windows onto the white hospital bed. My
vision is blurred but I can see a woman holding me gently in her
warm arms. Her hair is tousled and she has heavy eyes but she still
manages to look beautiful. Despite her fatigue, she’s overjoyed to
see her daughter open her eyes for the first time. This was the first
time I saw my mother. At last, I realise what I’ve been trying to
forget has been what I needed to remember all along. The throbbing
comes to an end and finally my mind clears. I remember it. I
remember it all.
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