My Mother
My mom, she was a fortress, a wall, and her faith fed her with hope. At that time, I couldn’t understand her with all her dogmas and beliefs, maybe I was so immature, so selfish to feel things differently. Living in her own skin, the sum and experience of another time. In the end, we are just women crushed by a sexist culture without mercy. From my earliest memories, my mom was always there for me. Her presence in my life was like a sturdy fortress, providing me with a sense of security and protection. She never wavered in her … Continue reading My Mother