In a world brimming with chaos, a mother's love stood unwavering. She cradled her baby boy in arms that whispered safety, as her heart hummed lullabies of tenderness. With each touch, she infused him with a shield of warmth, protecting him from life's jagged edges. Her eyes, filled with boundless adoration, saw a universe within his innocent gaze. She vowed to nurture his dreams, mend his sorrows, and guide his steps. Through sleepless nights and long days, she would give all she had, for her love was an unbreakable force, a beacon of light guiding him through life's vast unknowns.
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Paranneting/Anne Reboa
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