That would be my mother. She's the woman in the sweater talking to the curly haired girl with the red dress (aka me). I mean, I've been physically close to her since, like, conception. As I've gotten older, the physical closeness may have changed, but I still love her to death. Mom has always been there for me, even when I didn't (and don't) deserve it. I hope to be like her, and I hope that she knows I love her.
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