The Story of a Beloved and Beautiful Woman
I grew up with my mother. There was no father with us—only me and her. My mother
was different from other mothers. She had no nose and no ears, and her skin looked
scarred and burned. But to me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
She was my mother, my teacher, my doctor, and my best friend. She was gentle, kind,
and full of love.
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