By Bangsarbabe
Not quite the same, but I’m still grateful
Birthdays arent supposed to be morbid but I couldnt help but reminisce about how my mother would greet me each year without fail. Her last birthday text read, Happy and blessed birthday my first born. Will you be coming home for dinner tonight? As the clock struck 12, I was...
celebration, thoughts, birthday
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