Before my mum lost her battle with cancer 14 years ago today, she wrote me a letter. She knew she was dying and she knew she had two little girls who would have so many questions about her when they grew up. This letter is the most precious gift I have ever received. She wrote it when I was 9 and every time I read it I become overwhelmed with how well she knew me, and how little I've really changed. I miss her everyday, and will never take for granted all that she sacrificed in order to be a mother to me for as long as she could physically fight for. I always love you.