mom

There are some people that you never forget. They are people that have passion in their eyes, and fragility in their heart. They are those who are strong, yet gentle and warm inside. They love with no boundaries, and live for every other human being but themselves. For me, that person is my mother. When I look into her emerald green eyes I see more beauty than any of the wonders in the world. Her life is a testimony of a woman who has worn her heart on her sleeve, yet has still managed to keep it in tact after all the wounds it has received. And as I get ready to leave once again to go back to school, I ask myself why would I ever want to leave her presence? Even if she’s in another room I feel her warmth, inundate my entire body and making me feel at peace. Why would I ever want to be away from this beautiful woman? My quest for independence is now a hollow one without my mother near. Yet, I am beginning a new venture, the one of recounting the details and stories of this amazing woman. Where does a heart this pure come from? How has she come to exist? Well this I will attempt to unmask.