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Dec 23, 2021

I didn’t meet my birth mother until I was a middle aged man. It took quite a bit of investigative experience to find her. She welcomed me with open arms. She’d hug on me and talk to me endlessly and she’d cook for me. This year she died. I miss you, my mother. Thank God you let me record your voice telling me how you met my father. Crazy story.