This day I have dreaded for all of your life,
but now that you're of age, the truth is your right.
Although I have raised you, we have not the same blood.
To you I did not give birth, only my love.
You are not from my womb, but we are entwined,
for all nine months that you grew, you were meant to be mine.
And though not born to me, I've loved you the same,
for you are my baby, and not just by name.
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