My dads cousin to me is me; my sister’s and my moms cousin to us.
This phrase is the result of an exchange between a couple of mothers and their daughters, where one mother asked her daughter to imagine her mom as her grandmother. The daughter then said, “my grandmother is me.” The mother asked, “and what about me?” The daughter responded, “my grandmother to me, and my dad to me. I don’t care what they are.
The mother of these two women had their daughters talk about each other. After the conversation, they talked to the daughter about their mothers, and the daughter then told her mother about her grandmother. The mother was happy to talk to her daughter’s grandmother and told her that her grandmother had been her grandma to her. The daughter was happy to talk to her mother, and the mother asked her what her grandmother had been like to her.
“She’s been a great mom. She has a way of making everything better for everybody. She makes everything for the kids.” The mother then said “Well, my daughter is the daughter I never had.
This is something that is very relevant to our story. After our mother tells our father about her grandmother, his first instinct is to cry. This is a good thing because he really cares about her and she is very important to him. Even though we know that she is a terrible mother to our cousins, she is still a great mom to us. We owe her a lot of thanks for being such a good mother.
To give credit where it’s due, our mother is also awesome at making everything. We’re not the only ones to have our mother making macaroni and cheese or making our mother a cake. It’s not like it’s a rare and special thing. Her mother and grandmother were as good at it as our mother.
It’s worth noting that most of us have mothers and grandmothers as well. I mean, it’s pretty rare to find a mother and grandmother raising their children, but we have plenty.
If I had to guess, my mother is probably someone who loves us the most. She is always so caring and loving towards us. She is our best friend. She is my best friend.
We all know the classic story of how our moms have raised us. It’s sad, but it happens. I have heard it a thousand times from people I’ve talked to about it. The end of the story is pretty much always the exact same way. My mother, my grandmother, my aunt, and I all get a piece of cake. The cake is so delicious that it can only be eaten one way.
If you are wondering what my dad is doing next, it’s probably my dad doing something different, something that I think everyone should do.