Mesut
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A baby is born on a rainy night. She cries loud, full of life. Her mother holds her close, warm and safe. She learns to walk, then run. Her laugh fills the house. At five, she draws suns and stick people. At ten, she makes her first best friend.
In school, she dreams big... maybe a doctor, maybe an artist. She grows taller, smarter. At twenty, she falls in love. Her heart breaks once, but she heals. She finds work she enjoys, people she trusts.
Years pass. She marries, has a child, then two. She teaches them to tie shoes, say sorry, and chase dreams. Her hair turns gray. Her children grow, move out, visit often. She gardens, reads, and tells stories.
At eighty-seven, she sits by the window, watching birds. One day, she closes her eyes and doesn't wake. The room is quiet. Her story ends, but her love stays. Life, full of small wonders, was never boring. 0 reply
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