Dear Mommy,
I don’t know why, but I feel sorrow for you. Maybe it’s
because you will never get to hear my first cry, the first time that my cry is
soothed by your arms holding me near your chest. Mommy I know you would have
been delighted and proud to have seen me crawl for the first time. Not to
mention, my first steps; bringing laughter to you because I looked as if I was
drunk. I feel your pain, knowing that you will never get a chance to see me
fight and kick to stay with you; instead of attending my first day of school. What
about the time I saw you crying and hungry, because there was only enough food
for one of us? Don’t forget when you showed off my first of many straight A report
cards; the smile you displayed was beautiful. Priceless was the look you gave me when I had
my first period and thought I was going to bleed to death. Mommy I know you
would have held your head high when you corrected me for attempting to skip
school with my friends. At my wedding, you looked so proud as you walked me
down the isle because Daddy was locked up. Out of everything you missed, I
think this was the most vexing; your strut at the Oval Office because my daughter, your
granddaughter became the First Female President of The United States.
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