Oh, my dear Jayden Isabella,
You make me fear your teenage years with all my heart and soul. You are a lovely little girl one minute and then a raging evil creature the next. Unfortunately, you have not inherited my ability to just be angry in silence. You are more of a "stomp around the house and slam every door so that the whole neighborhood knows you're mad" kind of person...just like your father.
Don't worry, though, I know you don't mean it when you tell me that you hate me.
I love you a million times a minute.
Love,
Mama
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