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I was smelling my hair just now (totally normal don’t judge me) and was wondering why it smelled kinda familiar. Then I remembered that I hugged my grandmother last night. Her perfume is in my hair. Aw.

There are some days where I am so glad my mom is the way she is. Case in point, when we were talking about things, and I confess to her one of my biggest fears and burst into tears, she does everything in her power to keep herself from crying so she can offer me advice and console me at the same time. I love that woman so much.

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