The Letter
My Dearest Mother,
There are things I wished I had said to you and things I wish I'd
held back, instead.
Not thinking of your happiness, but rather my reaction to your needs was not only selfish, but completely uncalled for.
Looking back, I realize that your happiness never came first, you always did what was "best" for us.
I'm sorry, Mother, for not thinking forward, for not thinking of you. I love you and I miss you so.
Love,
Your Daughter
Lynn West
(c) 2013
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