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I've never really thought about what my first day was like. I was raised knowing that I was loved and wanted, and being the person I am (or the person my parents taught me to be), that day, seized and torn from my history, has never made me stop and think.
So I don't know why I thought of it today.
Go read my Fray story, written in 1996 >
Happy Mothers Day to all!
