She sits in the waiting area Reading a magazine She is such a beautiful woman And she looks just like me. Oh no, what am I thinking This couldn't be 'Cause the lady running the foster care Said my mom died when I was three. Her name is Monica I know that for a fact Because I was eavesdropping When I heard her said that. She says that she is here to see Gwen A girl around three Who was placed into the system When she was wrongfully sent to the pen. I jump and scream This is so grand Is this a coincidence? Or, is she truly my mom? I can tell from her expression That she was quite anxious Trying to find her little girl Me of all person, her little precious. I love her already I know that this is true We will get to know each other And become a family too. Ok, I said it!
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