To the Woman Who Carried Me Into Every New Year
Another year begins, and I’m reminded that some things never change —
your love, your strength, your quiet sacrifices.
For every late night.
Every prayer no one heard.
Every time you chose love over rest.
If I carry anything into this new year,
it’s the lessons you lived — not just taught.
Happy New Year, Mom 🤍
May we never stop appreciating the women who held us together.
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