As I remember my childhood, you were always around. You struggled to reach me, but success was found. Your gentle nudges, your constant support. Your disbelief in a doctor's report. You realized quickly that I am unique. You refused to allow anyone to call me a freak. You saw my potential, and encouraged me to pursue my interests joyfully. I acquired your mannerisms, and share your same wit. With you, I felt useful. Not just some misfit. It doesn't matter whether we share the same face. Or that we're not even of the same race. I am who I am, and I do what I do because at three days old, I was brought home to you. Even as a child, it was easy to see that you were a wonderful mother to me.
(Left to right – Heather, Mom, me, Steve)