The story of my life, though not new, and often varied was full of joys and sorrows, and quite often I was carried by a lifeline that was ever present and though not perfect, was always decent. My mother laid her heart to bare and gave me all she carried there, never minding that I took it all for mine, without seeing all the sacrifice~ it held no price. The journey had its tribulations and its trials as I wandered many uncharted miles, but still I knew to whom to turn when I needed shelter from the storms that raged within my jagged soul, to heal my wounds forever more. So this I say with heartfelt words, you are my rock, my mighty sword. Dear Mother, Please know that all is well, for all you taught and gave was real.
Reason for writing:
I love you, Mom
Birth sign: Cancer
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