I hold my momma by her hand, i could make her proud.
I Promise.
I find myself a gorgeous, sweet, caring, wonderful girlfriend, I couldn't wait to show my momma the young lady I found. She's the most caring girl in the world. She had bright goals like myself.
My mom taught me to treat ladies respectfully. She's the girl that my mom would be proud to see.
I find myself a career I'm interested in getting my degree on. I find myself a good University that takes the job path I want. I wan to get a degree in Mathematics for Engineering. This is the job path that will make my mom proud.
Throughout hard discussion, I always choose the one my mom would be proudest of.
No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever. There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when you'd had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were hurting; and who encouraged you to grow a good heart. When that layer goes, whatever is left of your childhood goes with her.
For Momma💕
And My Dearest Clarissa❤️
