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My Mom
One morning I woke up,
My mom wasn’t in bed,
I looked around for her,
Who stole my sweet mom?
She was with a strange man,
Both were holding each other,
I could not think any more,
I was upset and crying,
She wasn’t my mom anymore.
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Published 22nd Jan 2022
Author's Note
This is story of a nine year old. He woke up in the morning and found his mom is not in bed. What was his feelings, I put them down.
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