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Hazel A special memory I have of my mother is bundling up with me and going out into the cold and making me an igloo to play in. I remember hot breakfast each morning at 6:30 a.m. I recall frilly dresses she put me in and the fun we had shopping for them. I remember making her cry, and the guilt I felt for a long time afterwards. I remember from just last week, in her own way, telling me she is proud of what I am now accomplishing in my life. ~Kay~ Back to Our Earth Angels- Page 2 |