Beautiful Mask
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1 year ago
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When I was a little child, always I liked gift to my mother (actually resting in peace, wherever she is) in spring, because of how beautiful she was; I remember her scarred hands gently caress my hair and I smiled her as though tell her "I love you too, mommy".
Now I have in my hands her mask.
Her beautiful mask, such a memory of the last spring that I was smiled and always love to this beauty women.
My beloved mother.