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Dear Mom, 

 I was just thinking about you today; your birthday is coming up. It has been a while since we last spoke. 

 The kids have all grown up, and you would not even believe the baby. Time goes by so fast. 

 I am working as a corporate trainer now. I really love my new job. They allow me to experiment and explore. I love the freedom I have now. I guess, all those years teaching overseas has really come in handy. 

 It is amazing how much I look like you. When I look in the mirror, it is almost like I see you standing behind me. My nose and my eyes whisper your name. I love and miss you so much. I wish I could just pick up the phone and hear your voice. 

 I'm sorry Mom that I have still not been to your grave. I just cannot bear the pain. I want to remember your smile in my heart just like I did when I was gone. I think of you everyday. 

 Bye for today Mom. I will write soon.

 Love, Sissy




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