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... high-pitched but warm, and she would gently brush my rough hair with her soft hands.
I remembered her watching me with a smile with my little sister in her arms, as she enjoyed the gentle breeze of spring.
By the time I realized that this memory of mine was called “reminiscence”, my mother was already gone.
My mother loved every season.
She seemed to love spring the most, but she loved the other three as well.
She loved spring for the blooming flowers. ...
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