My Mother's Best Friend

From the time I realized what love was, I was a child, as I am now, at age 17. I was granted this precious endowment from the most perpetual person in my life. This gift is given to me from a person whom I honorable call, my mother.To most, she is just an ordinary woman, but I know otherwise. She is the epitome of what many would consider their idol, role model or hero. Untouchable in comparison, inspiration is an understatement to describe her, no words can. She makes me see and understand life in a different light which has not only fueled my life with motivation, drive and inspiration but given it purpose.

Challenges have undoubtedly been my mother’s best friend. Regrettably, starting at the ripe age of 10 she began her journey. With her father incarcerated, her mother sought happiness in another. But her mother’s happiness turned into a life of torment for my mother. Being the oldest of 4 girls, not the oldest child, as she had 1 older brother, whom lived with their grandparents since the age of 2, was responsible for the care of her younger siblings. As my mother’s, mother, found her happiness, my mother was introduced to death while still alive. Happiness was much older than she, 15 years to be exact. Her new found joy had children, many to be men whom were around her age. As they all engaged in the sprits of the night, disheartening things started happening to my mother back at their apartment as she cared for her younger siblings. Without hesitation, my mother