What else is there to say about my mother, other than I love her.
I remember all those late nights where I couldn’t sleep and you would rub my back and listen to all of my ridiculous teenage drama.
You never made me feel like I was a blithering idiot as I went on about crazy things that I look back on and cringe.
You took care of me when I was sick, lifted me when I was down, and on a day like today when I’m down and sick, that sounds like the gift of life.
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