My hero is my mother. She has got brown eyes and brown hair. She likes children. She is short. I love her.
One Saturday in 1998 she was watching TV when she felt contractions. My father drove her to maternity hospital. There she delivered me and my brother after a few hours. It was two month earlier than expected. Because of that, we were in the incubator. Now we are healthy and strong.
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