A letter to my mother

[owingnobody]

Dear Mother,

I wonder what I would do if you were to turn up tomorrow, flesh and blood and laughing and smiling, and if you looked at me and asked me if I was happy, and what I'd been like as a child... how awful, and yet, how wonderful. For you were taken from me before I could ever know you, you and my father and my sister, and sometimes I wish I

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[notdead_poet]

If she saw you now, she would love you and be more proud of you than ever. I'm sure of it.

I wish I could meet her, though. I'd like to thank her.

[owingnobody]

Thank her? For what?
...and which one? I find I'd like to meet either, and yet, maybe not...

[notdead_poet]

Yes, thank her. For what do you think?

And you know, either of them. Both of them. They are both important to you, both part of why you are who you are.