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shifts that left her feet swollen and her eyes tired, but she never once made me feel like my dream was a burden.
Some nights, after I came home covered in dust and fear, she would sit across from me at our tiny kitchen table and ask, “What’s the next problem?”
Not, “Why did you do this?”
Not, “Are you sure you’re good enough?”
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