Dear Mama,

How is it after all these years you are still the person I can come to when I’m feeling disappointed by the world?

How is it that, even though you’ve been through so many hardships, you still keep that positive warmth around you?

How is it that even after everything is taken away from you, you humbly walk to church every Thursday and pray for everyone out of the goodness in your heart, and thank God for what you have left?

I’m really lucky to have you.