The Strength of Us

The Strength of Us

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The one we look up to. The one who find strength with. The love we crave. The times we share. The hardships that come to pass. That is the strength of us. This is a dedicated story to my mother who has worked hard her entire life, she grew up in poverty and strove to give me and my siblings the best life she could. She's a strong and proud woman, who's strongly accomplished she is a Sergeant Major in the army. And is the person I depend on the most in the world because not only is she my mother but she's my best friend someone I trust, can talk with, teaches me things I won't learn any where else(I can I just don't want to). She left me for a few years, but taught me a much greater lesson. Not only that I need her, but sacrifice, she sacifices her life, and time to give her family a better life than she had. I know she is my stregth, and I am hers, so who's yours? #EyesLipsFierce Entry.
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