Asmaa
I was a child raising a child, but now she is the apple of my eye.
we are not numbers
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I was a child raising a child, but now she is the apple of my eye.
My mother left me so suddenly, so I must say these words in a poem.
Usually, I write about myself, about my feelings, dreams and goals. I write about Maisoon and I am the heroine. But now I have found a new heroine, my mother.
