I often think about my childhood, Mom. Some memories are happy, some memories are sad but through it all you gave me all the love you ever had. I think of all you gave to me: Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears, your heart, your mind, your energy and soul ~ All these you spent on me throughout the years. And then you did the hardest thing of all ~ you let me fly and set me free. I can only hope to be a mother to Emma and Adam like the mom you were to me.
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