Who taught me how to read, spelling out the words with her purple felt tip pen.
Who gave me room to develop my own sense of style, and never forced me to brush my hair.
Who is my favorite film critic. (We will forever disagree on Something's Gotta Give, but either I'm being stubborn or she's being sentimental. Probably both.)
Who dances in the supermarket. And stays up past two reading The New York Times.
Who is more likely to say "Yes!" than "No." Sometimes I have to be reminded to say yes.
I love you, mom.
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