I had cosmetic surgery to correct my ears, which had made me the target of ridicule my whole life, but when I got home, my mother glanced at me and burst into tears.

One by birth.

One through love.

One by two.

Later that afternoon, I put the photo back in its envelope.

This time, I noticed the writing on the front.

"For Amelia, when she's ready."

I looked at Mom.

"Did you write this?"

She nodded.

"Years ago."

"I was thinking of giving it to you for your 18th birthday."

"What has changed?"

She smiled sadly.

"I was scared."

I leaned towards her and hugged her again.

"You don't need to be afraid anymore."

She rested her forehead against mine.

" No. "

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