Sixteen

Dear girl, you've grown up. Too soon for my liking. But I can't fight time, no one can. 
It's weird our life, yes?
You came through me, beautifully perfect, musical prodigy, terrifyingly smart. But 8 years ago,  I was not allowed to be your mother again.

Dear girl, you've grown up. I forgive the past, I accept the present and I am hopeful for the future. But forgiveness means something different to everyone, acceptance feels different for each of us, and surely we hope different magic happens in our life.

Dear girl, happiest birthday, may your path be abundant with joy and happiness, may your days be calm and peaceful, may you be blessed everyday.

Love,
Mama.

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