As I look back at over the years,
I thought that we had it all
people that glanced, envied us.
we were the perfect family
or at least the illusion of one.
Then, our glass house shattered.
and our world crumbled.
The shimmering light of the house
had fallen...
into the web of heaven,
She was lost....
She was mother.
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