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Waiting
You were never my hero growing up Mum. Let's face it, we both knew. I never wanted to be the woman who stayed behind and cooked, waiting to hear what happened. I wanted to be out there in the thick of it, doing something to make a difference. I swore to myself that I'd never fall in love with someone who saw me as a damsel in distress, to stay behind and wait.
Then I met Harry, and he went off on his stupid mission and left me behind. Waiting to hear if he was alive or dead, waiting for him to return. And, I guess Mum, you were stronger then I ever thought. Because no one ever informed me that waiting was the hardest part of all.
Come back Harry. Stay safe, I'll be waiting for you.
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