Raising a child that is nothing like you
John Markowski
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Tears here. So wonderfully written. I had just turned 11 when my mother died. I buried my feelings and it was hell to get them back. Your daughter is very lucky to have you, and quite obviously, vice-versa. It’s beautiful you realize and admit that.

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