No son, become a nurse
When you grow up, you will never
be good
Even if you do a thousand things
It will never be good.....
The women above us
The women below us
All of these work
Our own children....
All that is left for us
Are our blue stripes
Nursing is fading
There is no one to take care of us......
Little girl, you are like that
Don't be a nurse
I feel sad about the nurses' tomorrow
We are put
About the Creator
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