
Now, Oma has spent a fair amount of time worrying about me because I'm alone. She not only lets me know every time I see her, sometimes more than once, she also tells my mother, my siblings, and probably everyone else who will listen. I always give her the same answer - I'm a big girl, and I can take care of myself. Yes, I'm a big girl, and I'm damned proud of it!
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And your mother is proud of you too!
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