When you're old and fat like me, will you remember the time you wanted to play badmitton, but it was dark, and at first I said "No" but you talked me into playing under the street light, and we whacked at the birdie with cheapy rackets in the middle of the road laughing and laughing, and when a car came we'd go stand in the yard but sometimes I'd chase you and make boogabooga noises at you?
Because it was fun. I love you so much. The thought of you growing up and away from me scares me, because I want us to be like that our whole lives, and I'm scared I'll goof it up.
Please hang in there while we figure this out,
Love
Mom
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