sometimes i look at my mum, my beautiful and honest mum, and i wonder how someone like me came out of someone like her. i just asked her how that can happen, and she says she has no idea, and she laughs and says it’s like having given birth to an alien, too right, and that she has no control of why i am the way i am, that’s up in the heavens. merry christmas!
You might be different to your mum in many ways but you are beautiful and honest.
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You might be different...many ways but you are beautiful and honest.
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