Happy fiftieth birthday mom. I hope you have a good one in spite of the sadness invoked by the memory of this day.
I'm sorry that I'm not there to help celebrate, but I'll see you next weekend when I'm in Philly and I'll take you to dinner.
Let me also take the opportunity to thank you. I know that we argue a lot, but if there's one thing you're right about, it's that I am the way I am because of how you raised me. Though it may seem the opposite, I am always cognizant of that fact, and I will always appreciate the fact that I would not be where I am today were it not for you. I know that I didn't like it at the time, but thank you for kicking my butt and keeping me in line.
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