My sweet moms

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No man comes to the Earth but through the vessel of a woman. Cherish them with all your heart, the blessing comes right back to you.
My mother died when I was one year old, so I don’t personally know what it feels like to have that nurturing. My godmother helped, but it’s never really like the real love of a mother.
So, to all my customers that I hug, it’s because you remind me of my sweet moms. God bless.


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