Darling Amma:You will never be able to see or feel or touch my love for you... I keep blooming like a flower, fragrant, full of love, pretty and pink. Your choice if you want to inhale my fragrance, wear me in your hair, or pluck me and throw me in the garbage, or walk on me carelessly like a petal on your way to your next lunch with your society ladies who lunch club...
Take care, my darling mother, giver of my life, and my warden from the womb to the tomb... Keep taunting, keep hurting, you know how to be like a thorn in my side...
I love you, and wish you only love, happiness, pleasure, joy, health, good times... with or without me.
Love,
Jhilmil
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