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To my Mom...


Happy Birthday to my ever dearest mama!.. I may not be able to give you the best birthday today, but I hope you know how much I love you.. How much I'm trying to give you what you deserved. I may not be even close to my dreams for you and papa right now, but I'm trying. May you continue to stay strong enough to handle every struggle we may face and stay sweet to all of us no matter how we grow old. I love you mama no matter what we go through and no matter how much we argue at times. Thank you for everything!.. 

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lyn said…
aw. sweet. happy birthday to your mama.
gracie said…
thanks nget!.. idaan sa blog kc sa personal simpleng paggreet naiiyak na.. hahaha.. iyakin lang!.. :)

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