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As we drive off to the hospital I am constantly praying that she'll be ok and that she'll make it out. I won't be able to rest or sleep until she's out. It's around 2 pm and they are rolling her on the gurney, I walk besides them with Miss E's arm around my shoulder.
I can faintly hear Tamar talking to herself and I do see her camera record me for a second before going back under the covers. We finally reach the place in which we aren't allowed to go in. I lean close to her and pull her in for a big hug and kiss, she whispers 'Happy Birthday' to me. I quickly wipe away my tears before she see's them.
It was a long 5 hours that we spent waiting for my mum. While wasting time Miss E decided to tell me the memories that she had off me. We did laugh a bit and joke about the stories that she told me about. Apparently as a child I was the carbon copy of Tamar, my mannerisms and everything about me was exactly like Tamar.
At one point Miss E took out her phone and showed me a picture of us when I was like 2 or 3 (picture above). It was so cute and it was just refreshing to see pictures of myself at a time where I was happy. She showed me a few others and let me know that they were in the house in case I wanted to keep some of them, apparently I have my own photo album.
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"You know in this picture everybody didn't believe that Tamar was your mother, they thought Beyonce was." I burst out laughing as Miss E says this. "She actually tried dressing you too look like her, like this hairstyle was a recreation of her own."
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