A1 Day1

February 7, 2020

Dear Mother,

I'm all grown up now

Eighteen years old

Look at how time flies by

I've grew into a young beautiful women

Be proud not scared

Support me through my journey

But let me fly on my own

Let me find who I am and who I wanna become

Its time for me to follow my dreams

I love you and your my world

Your BabyGirl

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