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Happy Birthday, Mom.<3


Today was the day she took her first breath. Born to a loving mom and dad. She cherished everything, she ever had. Even though growing up was tough, she gave it her all And that was more than enough. She struggled with being sick all the time. She hid it so well, all of her kids thought she was fine. Seven months ago, I never knew we would be sitting here alone. You're up there with dad, smiling down. I hope everything I do in life makes you proud. You would always say you were 29 years old over and over again. But I never thought in a million years, your beautiful life would come to an end,
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