| This is my mom in her kitchen. Brooklyn, NY around early 1970s. A mother is an angel. She loves you unconditionally as a little child you want her affection and comfort knowing she'll always be there, during teen years, you don't appreciate all she has to offer, You never think she'll leave you, Once you become and adult, you appreciate her affection, comfort, and all she's given Once she's gone, you realize she's one of a kind and no one in this world can ever take her place, You miss her and the hole in your heart is never healed. |
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