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"Dear xiao mei,
I think of you a lot. i know i like you to be happy. I hope you eat as much as you can with each meal (I am afraid soup might let you get hungry soon). I hope you exersise regularly and your face is as red as apple.
mom"
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The red shirt she's wearing with little daisies on it used to be mine when I was a kid. And before that it had been my sister's. Often I'll see my mom wearing one of our old shirts from our childhood, shirts she had dressed us up in as she packed us in the car off to school with our Power Ranger lunch boxes with mini boxes of Sun Maid raisins in them, the same shirts she wears now as she plants roses in the garden. And I can't explain why that makes my heart smile so.
