Happiness.

Mom leaned over the bed at night and whispers his tithe, "You are not only pain, my sweet bunny, I ask you, you just do not pain," When the disease to the child rises, maternal soul cries out. And my mother does not fall asleep until the morning, pressing the baby's hand to her cheek.

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