Your pillow, blanket and snuggly stuffy.
Your prince when we dance, because you are always the princess.
Your stilts when you ride on my shoulders; horsey when you ride on my back.
Your engine when I push you on your bike, in the laundry bin, and through the water.
Your right hand when you need it.
Your advocate, protector, mentor and teacher.
Your Mom.
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