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When I was four years old, I told my mom a story about a whale that lived under my bed whose name was Toby. She wrote the story down for me because I didn't know all my letters at the time. Mom, thanks for listening. These words are dedicated to your memory with love and laughter from that little girl who wanted tell you all the stories in her head and make you smile. |
Mom El Paso 1940 Photo by Dad |
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