Mommy
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Mommy sits under a glowing willow tree, gently braiding sunlight into her daughter’s hair.
Mommy: "Little star, the sky misses you already."
She smiles, eyes shimmering with quiet magic, as fireflies swirl around them like whispered secrets waiting to be born.
Mommy
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