Nine Hundred & Forty Three

Theme: Yay!

My mums home from the hospital today. I'm dead happy. I just hope the recovery process from here on goes okay. I'm stressed. I'm depressed. If anything happened to her, I've got plenty of plans I can easily follow through.

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