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Anonymous
My mom died when I was 14 (and on my brother's 17th birthday, coincidentally). It sucked a lot, and I've never forgotten it. However, that year was the year where I grew the most. I just learned to accept that death will occur to all of us, so I need to appreciate and be grateful for those I love and still have with me. Not appreciating my mom as much as I should have is the biggest regret of my life.
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