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Sunday, April 16, 2006
[[A post on Friendster bulletin]]


When you were 8 years old, your mom handedyou an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping itall over your lap. When you were 9 years old,she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her bynever even bothering to practice. When youwere 10 years old she drove you all day, fromsoccer to football to one birthday party afteranother. You thanked her by jumping out of thecar and never looking back. When you were 11years old, she took you and your friends to themovies. You thanked her by asking to sit in adifferent row. When you were 12 years old, shewarned you not to watch certain TV shows. Youthanked her by waiting until she left the house.When you were 13, she suggested a haircut thatwas becoming. You thanked her by telling hershe had no taste. When you were 14, she paidfor a month away at summer camp. You thankedher by forgetting to write a single letter. Whenyou were 15, she came home from work, lookingfor a hug. You thanked her by having yourbedroom door locked. When you were 16, shetaught you how to drive her car. You thanked herby taking it every chance you could. When youwere 17, she was expecting an important call.You thanked her by being on the phone allnight. When you were 18, she cried at your highschool graduation. You thanked her by stayingout partying until dawn. When you were 19, shepaid for your college tuition, drove you to campuscarried your bags. You thanked her by sayinggood-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't beembarrassed in front of your friends. When youwere 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, andshe cried and told you how deeply she loved you.You thanked her by moving halfway across thecountry. When you were 50, she fell ill andneeded you to take care of her. You thanked herby reading about the burden parents become totheir children. And then, one day, she quietlydied. And everything you never did came crashingdown like thunder on YOUR HEART. If you loveyour MOM, repost this bulletin saying "i cried" ifyou don't... then u obviosly don't care if your momdies...

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