I got her pink roses and chocolate cake. Well, ok, I put pink fake roses at her grave at the cemetery and the chocolate cake is for me. But, the cake is how birthday's are done between me and mom. We start having birthday on her birthday and we stop having birthday on my birthday.
Yes, I'm a bit weepy again but it's ok. It's ok to miss her. It's ok to be sad. It's ok to move forward.
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