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... hat she no longer belonged in the comfort of her old world. The endless toil, the stench of filth, and the weight of exhaustion bore down on her, but despite all of it, one thing kept her going—her mother.
She was the hardest worker among them all, waking before dawn and collapsing well past nightfall. Yet, she never complained, never raised her voice, and never questioned the cruelty of their existence. She carried an unshakable gentleness, her hands rough from labor but warm with love. ...
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