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🩷Mey83🤍 :

Sungguh luar biasa Gio, sangat care ama Mamio..dan g dibuat2...Mamio jg care ama Gio... beda ama Sarwendah yg dulu, ❤️❤️❤️

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putry aysha :

thank you kak selalu support,sweet couple ini 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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林惜金 :

hello taiwan hadir nge fans banget sargio cia yo ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰

2025-08-24 09:48:12

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putra murni :

so sweettt🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️

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🥰🥰🥰so sweet.

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kiandra renel :

mantap papio paling sayang bunda

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I grew up in a broken home. At just seven years old, my mother kicked my dad out—the main provider of our family. They divorced a few months later, and my life was never the same. My mom spiraled out of control. She married a man in prison, fell into heavy drug use, and moved my siblings and me from town to town—ripping us away from everything familiar. We saw things no child should ever have to see. The kind of things you’d expect to see on the news, not inside your own home. Her addiction eventually led to severe mental illness, and that illness robbed me of a “normal” childhood—or even a “normal” adulthood. I was forced to grow up too fast. I became the mother in many ways—protecting my siblings, sacrificing my own future, and often caring for my mom when she couldn’t care for herself. Those years shaped me in ways I can’t fully explain, and although I’ve found healing, the scars will always be part of me. Through it all, my dad was my constant—even during my hormonal teen years when I didn’t make it easy. Now, as a mother myself, my prayer is that my boys never experience the trauma I endured. I won’t share every detail—it’s not worth reliving—but I will say this: you never know what someone has survived just by looking at them. You don’t know the battles they’ve fought to create a better life for themselves and their family. So don’t assume you know me. Don’t assume what kind of wife or mother I am. I am so much more than what I lived through—and I will make sure my boys never, ever experience the pain I did. And at the end of the day, kindness costs nothing. Be kind. As for those who think otherwise about me, I’ll keep my word and pray for you. 🖤 #trauma #childhoodtrauma #russ #traumahealing @RUSS

I grew up in a broken home. At just seven years old, my mother kicked my dad out—the main provider of our family. They divorced a few months later, and my life was never the same. My mom spiraled out of control. She married a man in prison, fell into heavy drug use, and moved my siblings and me from town to town—ripping us away from everything familiar. We saw things no child should ever have to see. The kind of things you’d expect to see on the news, not inside your own home. Her addiction eventually led to severe mental illness, and that illness robbed me of a “normal” childhood—or even a “normal” adulthood. I was forced to grow up too fast. I became the mother in many ways—protecting my siblings, sacrificing my own future, and often caring for my mom when she couldn’t care for herself. Those years shaped me in ways I can’t fully explain, and although I’ve found healing, the scars will always be part of me. Through it all, my dad was my constant—even during my hormonal teen years when I didn’t make it easy. Now, as a mother myself, my prayer is that my boys never experience the trauma I endured. I won’t share every detail—it’s not worth reliving—but I will say this: you never know what someone has survived just by looking at them. You don’t know the battles they’ve fought to create a better life for themselves and their family. So don’t assume you know me. Don’t assume what kind of wife or mother I am. I am so much more than what I lived through—and I will make sure my boys never, ever experience the pain I did. And at the end of the day, kindness costs nothing. Be kind. As for those who think otherwise about me, I’ll keep my word and pray for you. 🖤 #trauma #childhoodtrauma #russ #traumahealing @RUSS

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