Every time I look at this picture it brings back such sad memory of Jeannette in hospital and all the pain she endured. She looked at me with her sad eyes. There was no giving up for her. She fought the breast cancer with all her might.
She asked me if her wig looked crooked before she took this picture. I told her no. She still had to look in a mirror to confirm. Jeannette was always into keeping herself smartly dressed with her make-up on and she never left the house without looking so beautiful.
I am crying just looking at her face again. I am a mother of a daughter that lost her battle. A mother that never stops thinking of her. I miss her more today than yesterday.
She asked me if her wig looked crooked before she took this picture. I told her no. She still had to look in a mirror to confirm. Jeannette was always into keeping herself smartly dressed with her make-up on and she never left the house without looking so beautiful.
I am crying just looking at her face again. I am a mother of a daughter that lost her battle. A mother that never stops thinking of her. I miss her more today than yesterday.
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