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Last edited by HTG on 2026-5-5 06:56
On Mother's Day morning, the sun peeked through,
A little girl tiptoed with eyes full of blue.
She’d spotted the box, shiny and new,
MOVA’s sleek hair dryer, waiting just for you!
She claimed it at once with a mischievous grin,
“This is my gift, Daddy, let the wrapping begin!”
No ribbon too fancy, no bow left undone,
She hijacked that dryer like a kid on the run.
With stickers and drawings of hearts in bright red,
She taped up the box from the foot of her bed.
“This one’s from me!” she proudly declared,
While you tried not to laugh at the surprise she’d prepared.
Now Mom opens it up, and her eyes start to shine,
At the powerful MOVA that’s sleek, fast, and fine.
It dries wavy locks in a beautiful breeze,
Turns bad hair days into “Mom, look at me!” days with ease.
So, thank you, sweet daughter, for your loving heist
You stole the best gift and made it extra nice.
To the queen of our home, with the softest of sighs,
Happy Mother’s Day… from both of us guys! 💕
(And maybe next year we’ll hide the good stuff better… or not.) TranslateView Original Text
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