Good mother, I’m writing this hoping you can see the sincerity behind these words. I’m here with pen and paper, but the quill of my heart is doing the writing. They limit how much of my love I can show, but they’re all I have right now. You are not just a role defined by biology or a legal tie - not just the one who took me in or raised me. You are defined by how you’ve lived that role: through behavior, not just status. I’m grateful you cared for me even though I’m not your womb child. You treated me as your own because I was, I am, and I will forever be. To me, you’re the best version of a stepmom - the kind others should learn from. I’m 17 now, and I wish for more moments where it’s just us being daughter and mother, making memories I can hold onto. Sitting here, turning back time, soaking in our moments from childhood till now. So thank you for choosing me every day, not by blood, but by love that refuses to let go. And if I get nothing else right in this life, I hope I make you proud to call me your daughter. Your little girl Perfy 😘😘 (This prompt has made me realize how much of a deal my stepmom has always been there for me even though my bio - mom's still around) 🥹💓