My mom believed in me in a way no one else could. I am still struggling with the loss of her. She represented so much to me. She was real. She had faith, hope, and charity. Now, I'm here without her low on faith, low on hope, with very little left to give.
I have always had a hard time "selling myself" - I have a hard time believing in myself like she did.
But today, for her legacy I carry on, I begin again.
I'm not really sure where I am going - or where things will take me - but I can no longer hide the light she gave me. Today, I begin again.