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I must admit, there were times when I didn't think I liked her all that much, but I've always loved her.
This beautiful, strong, imaginative, clever woman has had more than her share of sorrows, but has always found a way to give more of herself than what she has ever taken. She is there for me whenever I need her, offering her shoulder or her smile. She understands me unlike anyone else on this Earth, often even more than I understand myself. She knows, just by hearing my voice on the phone, or by the words in my letters, how I am feeling at that moment. Sometimes I don't have to say anything. Neither of us do. We just sit and enjoy each others' company. She appreciates me, misses me, thinks of me constantly and never thinks I am a bad person; even when I am. Her love is truly unconditional and I am thankful I realize that now, while she is still here, not waiting to find out when she is taken from me. A friend like no other; my mother.
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