I am a strong woman because a strong woman raised me...
Many years ago in Guyana, South America my dad had to
leave us all in search for a better life in the United States.
Four little girls, and my mom was just a "kid" herself.
Four little girls, and my mom was just a "kid" herself.
Enter Rima and the we were 5 girls and Rajah.
He was our brother and my dad said he was their son.
While our dad worked my mom was the one who took care of us.
They both worked hard to give us a better life than the one they had.
My mom was always the one who calmed us when we acted up.
The one who was there when we were sick. The one who
held our hand and comforted us while we cried and while
my dad worked. Together they made a beautiful life.
My mom is the strength of our family and it is mostly
because of her that we are the family we are. She is the glue
because of her that we are the family we are. She is the glue
that hold it all together. She is the person I admire the most. If
I am ever half the woman/person my mom is, I will be happy.
All that I am or hope to be I owe to my mother...
~Nadiya~
