Momma

Everynight I wait for you get out of the prison you call your work. You’ve been bound by these four walls for too long. I no longer want to see you that way. “that’s life. no one else will help us.” You always say. Don’t worry, mom. I will help you so you don’t have to work anymore. You deserve more than to work in customer service at 62 years  old.

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