My mom is my best friend. Not only has she been the only consistent thing in my life all my life, she's my confidant. We've always been really close, and after kind losing that bond when I went to college, we got it back, but now it's better than ever.
She knows things about me that I thought no one knew unless I told them, like how I use music to express myself since I don't like talking about my feelings. She supports me in everything I do, even if I may be making the wrong choice. She's always let me make my own decisions and mistakes. She helps me when I need it, but never makes it seem like a hand-out, more like a "helping hand."
Writing about everything we've been through is really hard, so I'm at a loss for words right now. If I can sort things out in my head, I'll come back and clarify and elaborate on some stuff.
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