And this one is for my mom, who during our trip decided hydrangeas were one of her favorite flowers. She also made my bed every day during her stay, and combed my tangled hair when I was too tired to do it myself. She sat beside me when she heard me sobbing on my birthday night after the lights were out. She knows how to take care of people she loves, and I learned that from her.
Time and distance naturally smooth things over, and without thinking much about it, I found myself in a different place where I could hang out with my mom and dad in a way I had never experienced before. I suppose I could be myself a lot more.
