dear mom,
i saw aaron,
as he was leaving his house,
and mommy,
he changed quite a ton.
his hair,
isn't short anymore,
it's actually,
almost,
to his shoulder.
it's also gotten,
much more brighter.
he's gotten taller,
too.
i remember,
calling out his name,
and then seeing,
him turn around.
mommy,
he looked,
gorgeous.
he stared at me,
probably trying,
to figure out,
who i was,
before figuring,
who i was.
mommy,
he smiled,
and waved at me,
and then ran over,
and talked to me,
after 3 years.
mommy,
i'm happy,
that aaron is,
talking to me,
again.
i am,
so happy.
love,
ann
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Dear Mom,
Short Storya girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah