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My mother’s love for me

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Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the added weight of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her own life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. She would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years-not to accomplish her own dreams-but to handbags her children accomplish theirs.

 

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