Dear Diary |
As I reflect and apply gratitude to my life, I find that there was always a strong woman at my side. What is a “strong woman”? I think it can mean many different things. To me it means love, support and care. The 1st woman of course being my mom ( pic above), who went to work at 4 am every morning to help my wonderful father with the house hold bills. She would walk 30 minutes to the bus stop every day, all for her family. Our neighborhood wasn’t the safest, so she would recite her protection prayers the entire way. My neighbor across the street came into my life during my ackward pre-teen days, she was a walking daily affirmation. Her goal was to teach me that anything was possible. She made sure she built my self esteem and told me that someday I would be a famous fashion designer, lol. The one neighbor that boldly wore her hair braided and taught me how to braid and wanted to show me that my hair was beautiful and versatile. The 1st time she braided my hair, I felt so beautiful.
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