I think about you alot.
I wish your life was different. I wish things were easy and carefree.
I hurt when you hurt.
I am sad when you are sad.
I am happy when you are happy.
I worry when you are out late at night.
I worry when I hear sirens and hope you are safe.
I am proud of you when you don't even know it; when you think you haven't done anything for me to be proud of.
This is a post I had started back in January with thoughts of my 17 year old daughter Megan in mind. As I read it now, I wish so badly that I had posted it, or even said it out loud to her. I wish she could see it and know how much I meant it...
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