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My mom would always make the soup while I was being the sickest child probably ever. Me sitting watching TV on my bed, waiting for my soup to be ready. Right when my mom would say, “Leah, your soup is done,” I would run to the kitchen, give my mom a big hug, thanking her, and run back to eat calmly in my room. Sometimes my mom would come to my room and lay down next to me and watch TV. My mom would eventually leave to start making dinner. I would fall asleep on my bed that makes me feel like I’m sleeping on clouds.

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