Today after school, I will load up and head to Little Rock to walk in the Race for the Cure for the third year. I hate that I haven't done this more. I am excited though, as this is the first year I will go and actually be in shape. We don't run it, we walk. We walk with my mother, who is a 16 year survivor. My mother and I don't get along all the time, in fact we were mad at each other last night and I'm pretty sure I kept telling her I wasn't going to Little Rock today. And even though we don't get along everyday, I can't help but think how different of an occasion this walk would be. I could have lost my mom 16 years ago. I could have grown up without my mother. That idea really scares the crap out of me. I could be one of those girls that has "In Memory of My Mother" instead of "In Honor of My Mother". Things could be completely different, I am glad it's not.
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