folded hands


While growing up, I always told that I looked more like my dad & that my disposition was his too, along with my nose, though my eyes were definitely my mom’s. As I grew up, especially when I turned twenty, my mom-isms definitely started coming out. The more we talked & became closer after I moved out, the more I found out was the same, from our mannerisms, pet-peeves & the way we process emotions. She became invaluable when I really started growing into the person I’m still becoming. She was a constant source of support. She is the only one I know that will absolutely always know exactly what I’m talking about. As the list of dissimilarities gets shorter, I find more & more a best friend, the person that makes me feel like I am not alone. And for that, I am beyond grateful.

 

June 3, 2011


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