I unashamedly profess my undying love for my Mama. No matter what I have written here.
My love is strong. No matter time, space, or events, I love my Mama.
No one can talk me out of it. Not her even. And not myself either.
That. Is what love is. For a Mama.
Strong. Lasting. Painridden when she’s lost. It’s makes us search for her. It drives us back home to her heart.