It’s wonderful to know

that you’re the daughter of someone. To know that you’re loved, even if your mother cares for other children too.

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26. I want you to remember me for…

…my joy, my laugh.

…my drawing.

…my love for people, my open heart.

…my passion.

…my desperation.

…my pain, my going forward.

…my reflection.

…my book(s).

…maybe my food and my cakes.

…my discipleship, my humbleness.

Most of this I’m still learning, but I hope to be all this when I die. Or loose you.