Today is my mom's birthday. There is no special celebration. The whole family gathered to have a simple dinner. The grandchildren took pictures with her. It is very clear that all of the grandchildren are taller than her. As I am typing this, I know the days with her are numbered. I know I am not a good son, and we have our regular skirmish. Nevertheless, the love of a mother is something that can never be replaced. I do not know how many more days are left, but I have to make sure I make it count.
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