To The One I Love The Most

I cannot think of a better day than today, to write this to you. It is the 6^th of October, and who can I turn to but the one who brought me in this world, on this very day?

I probably don’t say this enough, but thank you; thank you for everything. Then again, no amount of thank yous could ever justify your deeds. But I’m going to try anyway.

To my bestest friend, who has listened to all my rambling, my nonsense talks, my made up stories, to the best sleepovers, thank you!

Thank you for the snuggliest tuck ins into bed that you gave me.

Thank you for fixing my hair before school every single day.

Thank you for having my back always, when I was teased a little too much at home.

Thank you for the tastiest dishes you’ve made for me.

Thank you for being my shopping partner.

Thank you for being my ultimate photographer.

Thank you for looking after me when I was sick.

Thank you for the days when you knew just how to cheer me up on my lowest points.

Thank you for teaching me the difference between right and wrong.

Thank you for keeping all my secrets safe.

Thank you for being my shoulder to cry on.

Thank you for giving me that little push when I really needed one.

Thank you for being so, so patient with me when I was stubborn.

To the one with the warmest hugs, I can only hope I can live up to being half as good of a person you are. You are the best person I know.

I know I could’ve said this to your face; it would’ve been more personal. But I think this way, you’ll have a clearer picture of what I want to say and we’d both save a lot of tears, of course.

I love you very much, momma.

Upu

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