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Friday, September 21, 2007

UPSIDE DOWN & INSIDE OUT
how many kids out there hate their moms?
i know i do, sometimes.
but deep down , i know i love her.
and i always will .
we might fight and scream at each other really often,
but we'll patch up in a matter of days.
seeing her cry and worry,
makes me feel really disappointed with myself.
i've always been her little princess.
i remember back in hong kong,
when i was about 5 ,
i was all dressed up in my fairy princess costume for Halloween.
i stood before the mirror and said to myself ,
“i wish i had a sister”
apparently ,
my mom overheard me and she cried all night .
i’m her one and only baby girl.
i so badly wanna prove to her that i can be a good girl,
get good grades,
be more responsible,
and of course show her that i love her.
since i was little,
my mom brought me up without the help of my dad .
she always gave me whatever i wanted.
the latest toys,
the prettiest dress,
the best crayons.
she gave me the best,
and nothing less.
i'm going to grow up,
get a good job,
get a nice big house and a nice big car for my mom.
i'm gonna give her what she gave me,
the best .
I Love You Mom .


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