Mother do you remember all those times I passed out on our long drives home from Grandpa? How you carried me up to my bed with the SpiderMan sheets and pulled of my small clothes and my muddy shoes? Well I was awake everytime...
Now I'm older and I still miss those times. As the setting sun forced my eyes to shut when we where out picking forrest strawberries. How you thought me how to pin them on a straw to bring them home and eat the with milk and suger. The smell of the pineforrest right down by the seaside and the corse shrubbs scraping against my small child legs with to delicate skin. Hearing the seaguls and the clucking from the boats in the little marina.
And still your eyes shine with the same joy as then. Even though I'm older now, you're a grandmother now. And I know, I know, that I hope that I turn into you.
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