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Reading this again evokes a range of emotions each time. A twinge of jealousy, some tears, knowing that my mom would be proud of me. That picture is still there, and I am still here too.
Reading this again evokes a range of emotions each time. A twinge of jealousy, some tears, knowing that my mom would be proud of me. That picture is still there, and I am still here too.