My mother, my friend, my supporter, my provider, my pain, her pain, my struggle, her struggle, my grief, her grief, my trial, her tribulations.
When the world forget about me, her love comforts me, family’s abandoned me, she refused to forsake me, my foe hated me but her love was enough to sustain me.
In times of hunger she nurtured me, when I became discouraged to travel up the steep hill of life and through the dark tunnel of pain, she encouraged me to keep going on and never waver in the difficulty and distance that lay ahead.
Her unconditional love and our intertwined grief, is the essence of love without conditions.
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