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Mother

My mom doesn't always get it Sometime's I feel like she only sees and hears what she wants But she's always been there She's voiced her concern with an endless supply of "You're my son and I love you" I'm left speechless. I don't know exactly how someone decides to become a parent let alone become one twice but the second time was me and I'm grateful. Without this life I live I wouldn't know the joys of having a mother. Especially mine. Lived in the same house for over 20 years but made it feel different from the walls to the atmosphere isn't a chef but puts a homecooked meal on the table almost every day of the week Sometimes falls apart but never fails to bring the family together "How about a boardgame." I always thought the term, "find someone to love that reminds you of your mother" a bit weird But I get it now, because it would be an honor to any human being to be compared to my mother.
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May 13, 2017
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