Dear Ian, Maxim, readers and me,
This is me attempting to have a journal of sorts. I am not a woman of wit and words nor a woman who cares much about these things but I love my son and I hope that one day he can sit down with me and I can live happily knowing that I have shared moments, stories full of laughter, tears and joy with him. At least I have noted moments when they have occurred. I hope not to exaggerate or forget yesterday, today and tomorrow, if I'm not having to collect my thoughts 20 years later when you ask.
Maybe this idea of mine is me hallucinating as I am quite unwell.
Oh well here we go son.
Into the deep.
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