I am not ashamed of a love like this. 

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. 

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