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There are times when I look back and see my parents smiling at me…
I was born and raised under their wings
I was fed love and care and a bit of courage too
I was taught discipline by their hands
And I learned to build a foundation
Often I run home into the comfort of their arms
Light glowed from their faces as I asked for support
Smooth hands caressed me in a tight hug
And I learned to build the walls
Look at me now, as I fly to new heights
With a brighter hope and vast curiosity
My guardians stood with faces proud
As I built myself a house
They struggled hard to protect me from the cold world
And in return I will give them my future.