Because of Anna B.



My mom and I

 Today was the first time in a while that I cried. I was rummaging through my tote full of photos trying to purge and pack for my move next week. In the process, one picture stood out amongst all of the other hundreds and hundreds of photos. It was a picture of my mom smiling. I'm sure you all know by now that my mom died three years ago. I rubbed the picture as if I was feeling her physical presence as the tears fell from my eyes. All I could say is that "I'm working hard to make you proud of me, Momma!" That's why I worked two jobs. That's why I'm back in school to pursue my dreams. I am doing it because she raised me as a single parent with four children barely making it, and I just want to show her what I've become of it despite the adversities. She put your children above everything. I am just the same. I will give someone I cared about my last as long as it was what they needed. It's the giver in me. A day like today forced me to take time and truly appreciate the legacy my mom left. I am a product of Anna B.