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Today I would like to talk about my beloved mother. My mother only works as a foreign worker. I am afraid that when I have a job when I go to school, the company will cut my salary or fire it because the actual working time is not guaranteed according to the regulations. I work for who for us and for whom. Mom worked hard just to keep us from growing. Mother works from easy to difficult, The invisible shame that we cannot see. My mother works to earn food and takes care of us to go to school. In this society, if we don't work and ask for food, we will starve to death, no one will love and feed it. We post her mom's work for us, so I love her so much I wish I could do it for her, but that's a fiction. I will work hard to learn so that tomorrow is the right thing to do with my parents. I love my mom

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