mom and I circa 1987
I've never had a friend who measures up to the friend my mother is to me.
She listens to me rant.
She holds me when I cry.
She sings in the kitchen with me.
She is the first person I want to tell things to,
big feats and insignificant little things,
like discovering Walgreens now has the body wash I used in Paris
but couldn't find when I came back to the states.
She's my best friend.
And I couldn't love her more.
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