Today, it's been around a long time since my ex-step-father attempted to set my mother ablaze, abandoning her with consume scars all over. Consistently my younger sibling and I secretly compose a letter to her maxim how we believe she's the most lovely lady on the planet (reality), and we place it in the post box. She doesn't have any acquaintance with it's us. In any case, she cries when she opens them, and she just let us know over supper that the letters she's been getting are helping her turn upward on days when she feels down.
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