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who sits on her mother's lap across from
you. You're a mother. It should be
ingrained in every fiber of your being.
The little, raven-haired beauty keeps
reaching out toward you, giggling, trying
to get your attention. Still, you don't see
it. You see nothing but your own
reflection in the mirror when you rise
from your king-sized bed every morning,
throwing your Egyptian cotton white
sheets off your less than perfect body,
