The little boy has cloudy eyes, yet no tears ever fall. 

The little boy often hides his voice behind a faint smile. 

The little boy grew into an adventurer, 

Singing along with the howling storm, 

Fighting the thunder that echoed across the sky, 

Confronting the sun that burned the horizon. 

The little boy has bones of steel. 

The little boy could be anything those...

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Dear Mom... 

Every morning, the scent of warm rice from the cooker,  

Along with the echoing rhythm of your footsteps,  

And the sound of boiling water poured into a coffee cup,  

Never fails to wake me up.  

It’s a harmony I always long for,  

A melody I always wish to hear,  

It is etched vividly in my mind.  

Dear Mom... 

Your voice through the phone gent...

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