A year ago I clung to this photo. It represented our struggle, our hope, our sacrifices, and our dream.
At that time, I didn't know the weight of my daughter in my arms. I didn't know her young skin was so soft and warm. I didn't know she could make my heart sing when she calls me "Mommy".
In less than a year, I have become "Mommy".
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