Ok
Blessed by an African chieftan and soft spoken ways aside, prayers were made for
you to be conceived, and were answered, becoming a mother's joy and pride.
Although in your terrible two's you weren't that bad.
Except for sticking your fingers in the cracks of the door unknown to me by closing it,
trying to cool off and chill out in my room, calling it a pad.
Life's a mystery. No one had a clue as to if once you grow up, you would choose a
path leading the right way.
Congratulations only one. I love you and am very proud of you. You actually turned
out O.K.
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