On Sundays, my mother got up early in the morning and put her clothes on in the cold. She had cracked hands, doing hard labor on the weekdays. But no one ever said thank you to her. After she got home, her room was still warm.
On Sundays, my mother got up early in the morning and put her clothes on in the cold. She had cracked hands, doing hard labor on the weekdays. But no one ever said thank you to her. After she got home, her room was still warm.
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