Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing.
~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
I love you very much. Thank you for the many long talks, late nights, and good food.
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I love you too! Thanks for all the caring calls, washed dishes and GRANDCHILDREN!!
Love, Mom
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