happy birthday mama!
On this day, 53 years ago, the world changed when my mama was born. How ridiculous that may sound to you, but I promise that if you knew her, you would understand. Out of all types of love that exist in this world, it is hard for me to think of one greater than the love of a mother for her child. It makes no difference if that child is adopted, a different color, disabled, or an accident; the love that a mother has for her child is impenetrable. As I have gotten older, this love has become even more evident to me. While I am only 22, I can say that my life became more interesting in my twenties. At this age, I have become self-sufficient which has given me the opportunity to see my parents not as providers, but as individuals. And they are very much individuals. My dad is extremely social and involved with—well, everything. He receives a lot of attention that he deserves, and he is humble. He does many good things and always looks out for other people and never accredits his l...