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Mom would always tell me to stand up straight and look
people in the eyes and tell them ‘You do not own me’. She is the very
definition of strong. Mom’s advices would reach the rooftops with her high
pitched voice but I know she means well. We do not appreciate mom that much and
it bothers me that I forget.
Mom could not hate me even when I’ve let her down. She can
be very tired of what I’ve turned out to be, yet she keeps cheering me on,
taking my side every time. Mom would always take my word over anyone’s because
her trust in me can knock down mountains.
Mom takes everyone’s fault and puts them on her shoulders.
She carries them around for me so that I would not feel the weight of the
world. Mom would panic even at the slightest wound on my knee and scold me
afterwards for worrying her. Mom means well.
Even if this is in writing, or I express my thoughts about
her in music, it will never be enough, it will never suffice how I would die
for this woman who took care of a devil such as me. I still believe I do not
deserve any ounce of her love, but here I am, still being loved dearly. Mom
makes it seem like I am worthy of being loved from head to toe.
I would not be here today if it wasn’t for the way she
brought me up and the way she hugs me tightly after every storm that hits my
sky. I will forever love the woman that can take bullets from people’s mouth
and flaunt back her immunity. She is forever my home.
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