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Mom..

              One thing I had always loved was when my mother brushed my waist length wavy blonde hair. It was soothing, and peaceful. Thinking about her makes my chest tighten and my breaths heavier. She was the perfect person even though she wasn't perfect at all. She was beyond beautiful, her looks could kill.. She had bright green eyes that sparkled in the sun. Brown hair that highlighted her face, a gorgeous tan. She'd always taken care of herself, she looked like she was 28 when really she was 37.Everyday it was something new with her, yeah, I had friends, but my mother was my all time best friend. She had one of the biggest hearts a person could have. She showed kindness to everyone, even if they didn't deserve it. Mom always went out of her way for everyone and thing. She cared so much. She wanted to be remembered when she died, for her kindness. Even at her worst times, she was just simply amazing. On my birthday, she would wake up EXTRA early, this woman was already an "early bird", and make me either blueberry muffins smothered in warm butter or oozing chocolate chip cookies. The best part of that was that they were HOMEMADE and her secret recipe. Her feature that stood out the most was her perfect pearly whites. Talk about perfect teeth. I guess why she just so inspiring to me was because of all that she was, she never let her past define her. When she was younger...she was abused and raped by her parents and her parent's friends. Everyday for a week, her mom whipped her because she was too "fat and ugly". Her mother had no idea that her father would sneak into her room at night and do things to her, but it's not like she cared, she as too drunk. He told her this is how a father is supposed to love her and how he is supposed to treat her. She was no longer a virgin at the age of 13. Her father told her she was a "woman" and it's time she should feel alive. Her mom was the only working member in the family, her father just sat around with his buddies smoking pot. She always tried to leave when "they" came. "They" were worse than her father. Meaner, rougher, tougher. Her father was "gentle". She told me there was this one time she said "no" the guys and one of them slapped her across the face. Another one punched her in the stomach and the other one cut her in four different places. That's how her cutting problem started. She cut herself to ease the pain and hurt from what's supposed to be her loving parents. Both of her grandparents disowned them, all of them. The only good thing they ever did for her was enroll her into school. Where the teachers adored her, friends loved her, guys chased her. She wasn't popular but she was well-known. Every time she came with a bruise, she'd lie for her parents, saying "i fell down....clumsy me". Never did she wear short sleeved shirts or shorts. Who really wants to tell people that they're being abused...