I love you, Mom. This is not what I did exactly, but you went through plenty of rough times with me. However, you never gave up on me. You remained my #1 cheerleader even when I yelled and blamed you. Thank you for never giving up on the mess that I am.
Remember in seventh grade when we moved to a new city? I thought that I hated you for it. I thought that you had an evil plan up your sleeve to rip me away from all my friends and family. Little did I know that you were providing me and my siblings with new opportunities we never would have came across if we would have stayed in the little town of Emporia.
Remember when I wanted to chop all my hair off and dye it funky colors? Looking back at those pictures I question why you would ever let me make such decisions (because let’s be honest, I can not pull off a bob hair cut and purple/pink hair), but you always made me feel beautiful and told me that I could “rock it.” Another example of the many times that I was not opening my…
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