Dear Mom,
So, I know I'm not the perfect daughter, and I talk about stuff you don't really care about, but honestly... last night I wrote you in a heartfelt way, commemorating a holiday that we both love, and what happens? That very night I have a terrible nightmare and you're in it, and angry with me.
So what gives? What am I doing or not doing?
Your confused - and tired - daughter,
Barbara
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