Every once in a while - it used to be rare, but it's becoming more common - I look in the mirror and see my mother's face. Sometimes, when I speak, it's her voice that comes out of my mouth, her words I that say. As I grow older, I turn into her.
And I am proud.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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Awwww. Sweet.
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