Ami
SF Ali
47052

I wish I had met my mother and my father.

To have been able to re-act to them. Adopted. They died before I found them. So now they are perfect, my angels, waiting for me to join them. That is my childlike notion.

We are all imperfect in this mystery we call life.

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