Ya know. I keep saying it and it keeps being true. Being an unabashed Jersey Mama mama's girl is the utter suck when I'm sick. I mean it comes with perks (I'm talking to you, fiery temper, love for total strangers and a real propensity for the "F" word), but when we're separated by the miles and I'm cooped up sick (like, say, in a hospital room while they try to figure out what's wrong), I miss her like I'd miss the skin if it fell from my bones. Or the left hand that twirls my hair while the right one writes. I miss her like I would the right hand that I use to tell my tales. And when "our song" plays on my phone and I know it' her, my eyes fill with tears every.single.time. So, y'know, I'm passing our song around again. Because every single child deserves a mother like mine.
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