Thank you mamma for letting me draw on the walls with permanent markers, for drawing our profiles in the moonlight, for the watermelon eaten with spoons on a beach still asleep, for all the walks, for the picnics in lawns amongst the highways, where you would bring my net, so I could catch butterflies.
I’m still catching butterflies.
I love you.
If I were your mom I would be enchanted by this magnificent collection of flowers……
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She was…:)
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