On my dresser sits this card.
Todd sees it and asks,
"Did my parents send you a card?"
I smile, but it hurts a little.
Of course he would think it's from them.
Who else would it be?
"No honey, it's from my Mom and Dad...an old one."
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Sometimes I need a reminder.
A visible, tangible reminder that yes,
I am someone's daughter.
For almost 19 years
I had a mother and a father.
They loved me.
They thought about me.
They prayed about me.
They worried about me.
They cared about me.
They encouraged me.
They supported me.
They were proud of me.
They gave me Valentines.
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I am so grateful to be a
wife, mother, sister, aunt, friend, and much more.
But sometimes...
I just want to be loved as a daughter again.
