This is the first time I saw this. :) So glad you liked my silly e-mail! Words can never say what it has meant to me to be your daughter.
Growing up in a small town, I got to see how everyone in my family was perceived. My father had many friends. My brother had innumerable admirers. My sister's academic achievements were praised. My cousins' mischief was remembered. Not a soul ever spoke ill of my mother, which is why I have no criminal record. ;)
If I try hard, I could be as smart as you. If I work hard, I could be as generous as you. But, confound it, no matter what I do, I'll never be as forgiving, as loving, or as understanding as you! When the rest of us get mad and lash out, let out our baser instincts, you seem to take a breath and a step back and offer sympathy or empathy. I'll just never stop admiring that.
I tell people the story of how my mother bought me a laptop and fell though her broken box spring days later and how I smoked a pack of cigarettes and threw up from guilt over being so damned spoiled. Your
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Growing up in a small town, I got to see how everyone in my family was perceived. My father had many friends. My brother had innumerable admirers. My sister's academic achievements were praised. My cousins' mischief was remembered. Not a soul ever spoke ill of my mother, which is why I have no criminal record. ;)
If I try hard, I could be as smart as you. If I work hard, I could be as generous as you. But, confound it, no matter what I do, I'll never be as forgiving, as loving, or as understanding as you! When the rest of us get mad and lash out, let out our baser instincts, you seem to take a breath and a step back and offer sympathy or empathy. I'll just never stop admiring that.
I tell people the story of how my mother bought me a laptop and fell though her broken box spring days later and how I smoked a pack of cigarettes and threw up from guilt over being so damned spoiled. Your ( ... )
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