Dear Mom,
I'm sorry that I yelled at you that one day about how the way you folded my laundry bothered me... What I failed to realize was that I was a (stupid, selfish) seventeen year-old who was lucky to have someone willing to do that for her. I don't know why I remember that particular moment... Perhaps because I'm embarrassed by how petty and silly I can be. There are so many little things (and big things!) you did for me that I am so thankful for. You were always there for me and I know that everything you do was with my brother and I in mind. I hope you know that I love you so much!
Love,
Elise