STRONG, SMART, AND FIERCE (Revised/Edited)
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Last published Fri, Sep 10, 2021
The woman who has/had inspired my life since I can remember......my mom. This is her story not mine, but in my words and not hers. This is only what I can remember about my mom, her life, and her death. I do talk about myself but only about living with my mom and how her life was like with me in it. I only know what I know when I was living with her, not when I wasn't living with her, which is why I didn't put a lot here in my story. The only other time I talk about myself in this story, is when I explain how she inspired me in my life, because that was the main theme, writing about a female who has inspired you in life, whether fiction or not. Instead of writing a fiction story I wrote a true story about my mom.
I hope you like my story. Thanks for taking the time to read it.
Rest in peace mom. I miss you and will always love you.
From your daughter, Vicky.
* This story is completed.
*This story was for the #Eyeslipsfierce contest
* I decided to rewrite this for other contests.
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