Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

To my daughter,

I haven't seen you in ages. I wonder how you are, if you are happy. And I wonder if you wonder the very same things about me. I fear that you do not. I wonder what it is or was that makes you so angry at me. Was it one thing? One moment that I did something to fail your idea of me that tarnished our relationship? Or is it all of me? All my decisions and choices that you despise so?  I don't make excuses for what and who I am.  But of all the things I have been is is being your mother that brings me the most pride, and joy. You have no idea how much happiness you have brought into my life. How I have always loved you, even when you were still growing inside me. I wish that I could have been the mother you wanted, but I can only be the mother that I am. I hope one day you will forgive me my sins. For now I can only pray for you to know that whatever you may find despicable about my life that it is no reflection on yours. Be well my baby girl, be well.

Your Loving Mother,

Fancy LaMorne