Not Only a Mother but a Best Friend
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Ever since I was young, my mother and I have gotten along very well. She and I have shared a special, close relationship not seen in many families. We are not just mother and daughter, but also best friends. Everyone tells us we are so much alike. Our relationship is strengthened by the likenesses we share. We are so similar in our physical appearance, habits and mannerisms, hobbies, likes and dislikes, goals, sayings, and qualities.
My mom and I both have brown hair, brown eyes, and same body and facial structure. We smile the same way-with our mouths closed. People even say we walk the same way. The only difference between us is that she is 5'7", 125 pounds, and forty years old...