Birthday is the only day you cry and you're mother smiles.
Birthdays are such fun. Well they are supposed to be joyous occasions for everyone after that one.
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Some families are like this sturdy tree |
I am not sure my mother smiled the day I was born either. My mother was filled with a sadness and despair when I was born and she was so confused emotionally. Who knows what would have happened if things had been different all of those years ago. I often wonder what it would be like to have lived with my brothers and sisters. I wonder this often still. On my birthday I think I think about this more.
Image by Mezza - Large tree down the road
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