Dear Mum, I Never Told You, Redux
A letter to my Mum
Read Part 1 here...
Dear Mum,
I never told you, but...
I love you, even if I don't say it enough.
You're always there for me when I ask, no matter what.
You're loving and patient, and I don't know how you do it.
I'm lucky to have you, and I thank Fate daily that you're mine.
You did your best, and I know it wasn't easy.
I never feared Coming Out to you, not for a moment.
You give so much, and people seldom notice.
You're my Mum, and I'm grateful.
Part 2 of 2 of my complicated mother-daughter relationship. No one is perfect, and I have so much to be thankful for.
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Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
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I live in Sydney, Australia
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