She watches me, and smiles at my laughing face, but she is not stupid; she sees.
  She embraces me, and when I begin to cry, tears from her fall as well.
She notices, and worries when I am not in her line of sight, because she knows its not right.
  She understands, and when she does not, she doesn't hesitate to apologize; though she is innocent.
She protects me through a mask, because she is not what most see her as.
  She is my guardian, and over and over again has saved my life.

  How does one thank her?
                                                           ­                                           *I am at a loss......