Who walked with me from shop to shop, without much of a sway,
An expensive bright red dress I had burnt,
The brunt of it which she unfortunately earned,
I suddenly tasked her to help me fix it,
And she took up the job, her determined face, unwilling to quit,
Multiple tailors and shop-owners we met,
Two of them directed us to another shop without a fret,
They admitted that the task at job was grave, near impossible even,
Perhaps this other shop they were suggesting, would make our worries break even,
And lo and behold, we found a beautiful patch work,
Upon reaching home, mum quickly put dad to work,
Both were busy ironing the patch work onto my bright red dress,
From raising a child, to helping me fix a dress my life in general has no stress,
All thanks to my dynamic duo, mom and dad,
With them around, life can never be too bad.
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