Challenge
The greatest sacrifice
Grit.
She looks at me, and I know.
With her cracked hands and crumbling smile, I know what she has lost for me, what she had given up. She speaks to me with softened words and whispering encouragements, edging me on towards success. Her heart has given into the loss of hope for herself, for childish dreams and high school longings. In the shape of triangle sandwiches and towering birthday cakes, she lets me onto her greatest weakness: me.
She looks at me, and I know that her grit was lost within the storms of my childhood.
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