Specifying what I am is so hard to do.
Taking the easy way out I'm a wife and a mother, but that's simply two labels that says nothing really about me as a person.
I'm a romantic, a dreamer, a writer, an artist, a chef, ... still that's not me either.
I'm the classic conundrum wrapped in an enigma, yet I'm so simple that there is nothing to it.
I'm unique, just as 6,721,170,928 other persons in this world.
Most of all I'm just me, what ever that may be.
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