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It was now May and it was Mother's Day. Michael was officially done with Therapy and I was happy for him there was a drastic change in his mood and how he talked to people. We agreed that we wasn't going to start a relationship or anything till he was finished with therapy because I wanted him to focus on himself and get better.

My hair was in curls as I was dressed in a white dress

because my mother was having a Mother's Day event at her place for close family and friends

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because my mother was having a Mother's Day event at her place for close family and friends. I grabbed my mother and Miss. Donna's gifts with a bunch of balloons out the back of my car as I headed to the door step seeing pink cherry blossom trees before walking in.

There was music playing loudly from the back yard as I sat her balloons and gifts on the island in the kitchen

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There was music playing loudly from the back yard as I sat her balloons and gifts on the island in the kitchen. I then placed my purse upstairs bringing my phone with me. I headed out into the backyard seeing pink everywhere with hella close friends and family. "This a fucking party party" I said looking around at the decorations.

I finally found my mother and Michael's mother as they were laughing about something

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I finally found my mother and Michael's mother as they were laughing about something. "Happy Mother's Day ladies" I started off as they looked over at me and smiled. "Thank you" they thanked as I kissed their cheeks. "Both of your gifts are in the kitchen" I informed as they thanked me. "I got you some fruit salad saved in the fridge" My mother brought up as I smiled and they continued their conversation.

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