I Miss You Mom

Thirteen years ago you left.

The other night I dreamed about you. It was the first time you actually appeared. You held my hand as we went shopping.

I wish I could talk to you and Dad more and more.

I'm scared, but I can't give up, because neither of you would want me to.

I miss the way things were, but I guess it's up to me to create things I can look back on years from now and say, "gee, that was fun."

Still, thank you for being there during the best times of my life.



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