I sat there, sari woven tealest teal, Motherhood draped upon me as my child curled inwards upon my lap. Her mottled faded real blanket, cherished heart of hearts blanket, cacooning her towards me. I remembering thinking "I should help" and then my heart sang. I realized I already had a job and I was doing it. My joy was fauceted trillion-fold as serenity filled my aura and swooned peace upon my child.
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