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Mama asked, "What is your name?"
"Sulwe," she muttered.
"And what doe sit mean?"
"Star," Sulwe whispered.
"Brightness is not in your skin, my love. Brightness is just who you are. As for beauty," Mama said, rubbing Sulwe's stomach the way she always did to comfort her. "You are beautiful."
Sulwe sighed.
"Well, you are beautiful to me. But you can't rely on what you look like to make you feel beautiful, my sweet. Real beauty comes from your mind and your heart. It begins with how you see yourself, not how others see you. Now, up you get and out you go.
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