I wonder...

If she thinks of me...like I think of her every year on this day.

I wonder if she thinks of me at all.

I wonder what shes like. What does she look like...what does she like to eat. Does she like to cook and read and do yoga like me? Do I have her eyes? Her nose? Her body? Would she sit down and have a cup of tea with me?

I know she was wanting to become a vet...is that where I get my love of animals?

I hope she thinks of me.

She gave me life.