I was just a little over two years old. And Mommy was the light of my life. I knew what she looked like; I knew how she sounded; I knew how she smelled.
What I didn’t know was that she could change—and she did! She got a haircut—something I didn’t know she could do.
Well, afterward, she walked into the room I was standing in.
And I looked at her.
And I looked at her.
And I looked at her.
I know she’s Mommy but she’s different.
I know she’s Mommy but she’s different.
I know she’s Mommy but she’s different.
She bent down and I touched the top of her head.
She’s Mommy.
She’s Mommy.
She’s Mommy.

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