She sat, chewing the end of her pen cap, racking her brain for the right words to say. She kept bringing the pen down to the paper, just barely touching it, about to start writing, when the cliché sensor in her head would start clanging. “You can’t write that in your Mother’s Day card! That is Hallmark schmaltz!”
She sighed. “I think all the clichés must be true,” she muttered to no one.
Down went the pen once more but this time it kept writing.
Dear Mom,
Thank you for everything. For the sacrifices and the prayers.
I love you.
this is so sweet, Nik!
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