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January 10th, 2002
Today is my birthday.
I am 5.
Mother was crying while father was rubbing her back.
"Mothers sick son." Father said.
I nodded my head, thinking she will be fine; it's just a cold.
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January 10th, 2002
Today is my birthday.
I am 5.
Mother was crying while father was rubbing her back.
"Mothers sick son." Father said.
I nodded my head, thinking she will be fine; it's just a cold.
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