Mother’s Day was a special time for me when I was a child. From the time I first started to school, I remember using my hands to make things for people. I liked to make cards with a special meaning. Being from a large family of seven brothers and sisters, I often found it hard to recognize the individuality that I possessed. I still remember thinking about what I would write on each card. The message usually had something to do with thankfulness — either for something my mom did for me that no one else could do, or just thankfulness for the mom I had.
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