I know I'm almost two weeks late but I didn't forget. I was in Chiang Mai in northern Thailand, staying the night with a tribe of "long neck people" from Burma.
After hiking four hot, trecherous hours strapped into all of my travelling gear, I make it to this hidden village.
Around a weak camp fire at night I find myself, along with a beautiful Polish lady, sitting with a mom strumming a guitar. Her song is ancient and her voice sends melodic sounds into the night sky. I suddenly think of you. So I ask my guide if he can ask her to sing a song for your birthday. I turn on my camera, her six year old son runs to my lap and I bribe love from him with cookies and chocolates in my bag. She sings to you draped in the night's quiet under an almost full moon in the sky.
So this, from someone else's mom, to my mom. Happy birthday.
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