january nine is my mom's birthday. her passing had been a tremendous blow to all of us who will forever love and cherish her. when i was in high school, she would always cajole me to let her read my mother's themed essays written in the classroom. this piece constructed in the month of my wedding do not do her essence, her all around beauty, justice. one of our last activities together was browsing around in bookstores after dad's funeral. she loved reading. i've casually inherited her talent for congregating books and magazines. she taught all of us, her kids, the good graces. we deeply miss her.
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