Dear xxxxx,
I love you. I know I don't always show it, and I'm sorry for my shortcomings as a daughter, and as a person...but I'm trying, I promise. I try so hard to make you happy. Recently I've tried to make myself happy too, and it's a difficult balance, sometimes, but I'll perfect it eventually...a little something I learned from you. I know I poke fun at you a lot, but you are really pretty amazing, and a good mother. You did an excellent job with what you were given. I don't know that much about the circumstances surrounding my conception and birth, but I can guess, and it impresses me. I hope, as I get older and hopefully move out & start my own life, that we will grow closer, like you and your mom. I can't tell you everything; please don't expect me to. You can't tell me everything either. Sometimes you speak of how I inspire you - well, you inspire me too. You went back to school (which was a lot harder than you let on), you work full-time now, you do sooo much for our family. We don't agree on everything, and we never will, but we don't ahve to, as long as we love each other, and I know you love me. You can't help it! haha (:
Con mucho amor, tu hija,
xxxxxxx
Friday, April 30, 2010
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