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Happy Birthday, Angie

Dear Angie,

It’s me, Mom. Today is your 37th birthday. How could I forget? I know it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, and maybe you’re thinking that you can’t turn around and fly over that bridge you burned and come back to your family. But I’m here to tell you: yes you can! You don’t know how a mother’s love is everlasting. It’s not something I even think about, like do I or don’t I love you? From the moment you were born—such an easy birth, slipped in between lunch and dinner—I became more than myself. I grew another body part, or at least a bigger heart. For 21 years we were a part of each other’s lives. We had our ups and downs, but I was your mother and you were my daughter. I have drawers full of cards and gifts that tell me you were there, that you loved me. I look at those gifts sometimes so I can remember, because it’s been 4 years, and I don’t want to forget. I email you sometimes cuz I don’t want you to forget either. Please remember: as long as there is life, there is hope. And our love for you is forever.

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