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My Daughters

I have two. One I gave birth to and she will not talk to me. Her father and I had a horrible marriage and divorce. One of us wound up using our child as a personal therm o-nuclear warhead against the other. It is sad, and I may never have that relationship with the beautiful woman I helped create.

My second daughter, I have never met. I have been her pseudo-mom and she has been my pseudo-daughter. I love her every bit as if I had given birth to her. I used to feel a line, like if I just let myself be her mom, I would be betraying the one I gave birth to. Over the last three years though, I have grown closer to daughter number two.

I love them both, but Daughter number two has LET me be her mother. The gift she has given me is far, far, more than I can repay to her, my daughter and my friend.

Daughter number two also understands my feelings of daughter number one.

Watching Daughter number two go through something right now, hurts my heart. I wish there was something I could do for her sad and breaking heart. I just want to tell her that I love her and value her. She means the world to me, My heart hurts when her heart hearts, and my heart sings, when her heart sings. Thank you for all you have done for me. I love you, and I am here for you.

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Do you remember?

When songs were longer than today’s attention span? (2 minutes and 30 seconds)

I love this opening jam. The song itself is like a stalkers anthem, but I love the jam.

Death Cab for Cutie

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