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I was only four when I first saw a picture of my mom; she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life. My grandmother raised me from when I was a child. I knew her as my only mother and the only person I could relate to. I lived with her until she met her death, but my life began with her. I learnt to be responsible; I wanted to make her proud. She always knew what to say to make me happy or encourage me. Then she died and my life was hell. I had to be my own mother and father. I was only fourteen.
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