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One week in winter, I found myself sick in bed. My mother prepared warm bowls of soup, and offered to run to the store if I needed anything. Friends and family told me to “take it easy” and “rest up”. All week long, I did everything in my power to keep my fever down. Everyone would say “get well soon”. It was natural for me to accept the physical illness and persevere to get better. https://bit.ly/3I5k9hH
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