We didn't grow up rich. Sometimes it was really hard to eat three times a day. But mama never showed it. I don't know where she got the strength from.
We didn't grow up rich. Sometimes it was really hard to eat three times a day. But mama never showed it. I don't know where she got the strength from, but she'd leave the house and come back with enough money for food. She made sure I didn't lack anything at school. I remember a day I came home crying because some schoolmates laughed at my torn uniform. I was too small to realize that the tears that came from Mama's eyes were tears of pain and sorrow. The next day, she got me a new uniform. My mama always sacrificed for me and my brother. I hope I have half the strength she had when she was alive. Mothers are angels with cloaked wings, always nurturing and guiding their children. I wish I'd known she'd leave us early. I'd have kissed her cheeks and held her hands more. Now I only get to see her face in pictures and in my dreams. I really miss her, the woman who gave up everything so I could have a better life.