I remember when i was young i used to hate carrots whenever my mum will cook food and by chance she had to add carrot i would make sure i was picking it out, i don’t know i just felt like she was doing it on purpose to annoy me or what?  Yet i had sight problems she was always looking out for my own interest. Fast forward 20 years later am here drinking fresh carrot juice, my mum will be so proud to see that am drinking it willingly… Man i hate being a grown up, now every morning i have to take cold fresh carrot juice… Mama i love you……..

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