What on earth are you supposed to write about the woman who carried you around in her belly for nine months, even though you made her sick, and kicked her from the inside out. Then when you were born you threw up on her, peed on her, spit your food on her. And through it all she fed you, clothed you, and changed your diaper. And even though times were tough she made sure you always had milk, and a new doll under the tree for christmas. You always had new clothes each school year, and a dress for easter. She helped you with your homework, and played games with you and your friends at slumber parties. She watched you grow, and helped you get there. What are you supposed to say about a person like that? Maybe that's the kind of person there are no words for. Thanks mom, I love you

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