This is so beautiful, and so familiar. My dad threw my mom a surprise 30th bday party, but in our story *I* was the one who was sick. I remember sitting on the landing of the staircase watching the party downstairs. Now that I think about it, I don't think I quite remember my mom's face either; I do remember her hands and ring and jeans and scent more clearly. Thankfully my mom is still with us now, and I don't feel the regret or sadness that this writer feels. But the first half of the post is so familiar.
With a love of children and a passion for reading and writing, Kelly decided to share her experiences with others through the pages of the Crib Notes book and site.
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