Dear mom,
Today is the day before my birthday. I am going to turn twenty tomorrow. I'll be two whole decades old. It's been two whole decades since you gave birth to me. Isn't that strange?
After today, I will no longer be a teenager. It feels weird because I just realized that you haven't known me for any of my teenage years. They've been some rough years. When I turned thirteen, it was my first birthday without you. I remember I cried that day.
I went through some horrible things. I hated middle school, and I hated high school even more. All those years, I was just trying to be someone, but I didn't know who to be. But now I'm happy with myself.
I still miss you, but missing you doesn't hurt like it used to anymore. I noticed the other day that I've been talking about you more often. Before, even thinking about made me want to cry. I also noticed that I've had fewer and fewer bitter things to say to you. I've just had less to say and spent less time feeling sorry for myself. I'm not bitter anymore.
Did you know dad got engaged a few weeks ago? I guess that's his way of finally moving on. And you know, I'm alright with that. I mean I'm sure down the road I might freak out a little, but I'm happy for him. You will always be an important part of his life and an even more important part of my life.
I love you, mom. I still see you in my dreams once in awhile. Not as often, but you're still there. I love you. Thank you for giving birth to me.
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ChickLitwhat do you do when you can't stand to look at that page anymore but you can't turn to a new one? color over it and make a new picture.
