My mother was the closest to my heart, she cooks me breakfast every morning and teaches me lessons I have to learn to survive this cruel world, Being with her growing up was like having your own mentor and trainer. She had to correct every single thing I do wrong. Do this do that. Be on top don’t slouch. I’m really happy she made me tough and in all honesty she made me the brave person that I am today.

She was the closest yet farthest to my heart. She breaks my heart every night with hurtful words she must say to make me stronger and as I wake up with breakfast she prepared as if nothing ever happened the night before. The sun rises and it hugged me and comforted me from what the trauma last night has brought, As the sun sets I find myself crying to sleep again as the cycle continuous. I don’t blame her because I know she only wants the best for me, but her grip was too tight that I never want to open up to her for I might say something wrong and result to another nightmare but not sleeping. She made me strong, she had to get so close to my heart but end up shattering it as she steps back one foot each day making her the closest and farthest person to ever get to me.

To my mom, thank you for making me the bravest and strongest person. But please have open ears as I give you the keys to my real, true heart.