*ignore my face #$%%^&*% -____-
God made a wonderful mother fr me, a mother who doesn't grow old. He made her a smile of sunshine, and a heart of pure gold. In her cheeks he placed fair roses, in her eyes, stars that shine. God made a wonderful mother, And that wonderful mother is mine. Dear Ida Othman, Happy Birthday Mama ♥ You're always young at heart :P
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