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Am a fan. A huge fan of my mother. Cliche, right? But nop, my mum is one sole soul, I would actually wanna return on earth to be with.

She is an amazing woman. I have no clue where she gets the strength to push on from. But I know she must be a bit unique to do so.

I have had an amazing life experience. Having lived my life like a cat, nine lives may be an under statement. I have had all the

things a woman can(or should). I have been lucky, and blessed I guess. I have seen the best of life, actually had the best in

life, and have also lost the best of life. I tend to think of my life as a zipped folder. Archived in a way that only those

close can take a glimpse and wonder or maybe disappear. But no, not my mother. She believes there's nothing new on earth. All

things that happen have once happened. So nothing is ever new. Bad or good, she has weathered many storms to see me(and my

siblings) beat the odds, literally. Being a woman is hard enough as it is. There are many things a modern woman goes through. On top of being expected to give birth,

raise kids, raise a husband, tackle a demanding job, be at home at 5(or 8)and run a home, shes expected to be everything there is

to be. With no complains, she must raise her head up and show a demeanor worth feeding on. On top of her pains and struggles,

she has to be! I have given up, yeah the road has never been easy. Sometimes I quit just to stand. But my mama has never quit. One powerful woman she always stands! I thank her. For everything she is, and all there has been, she stands out

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Ss said…
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1 March 2014 at 14:02
Ss said…
You do know that fan is not fun, don't you?
1 March 2014 at 14:04
carol gatonye said…
Oh my bad...and it had to show at the start of the sentence...lol
2 March 2014 at 22:10
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