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It happened on the eve of Valentine's Day. I remember I came home from work depressed as a lemon, and then from the room ran out of my miracle. Eyes glow, smiles, and little hands hidden behind the back — something my mom prepared for the holiday.
And then he pronounces a solemn speech:
— Mommy, Valentine and you! — proudly presents my heart carved from my passport…