She has fought through illness and heart pain.
She has seen tragedies, time and again.
She risked her own life so I could be born.
Not listening to the doctors who said to abort.
She has stood through life's trials,
and has come out stronger.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.

She has questioned God.
But her faith has not faltered.
She has placed herself in His hands,
for however long He gives her.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.

She is gentle-spirited, yet a warrior.
She is quiet, yet bold.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.

And she is still fighting.
She has endured long.
And continues to endure.
Whatever comes.
Her story will be told.
To future generations.
I will tell her story.
Her legacy of faith.
For I am her daughter,
and I love her.
She is my Mother, the Fighter.
With her Faithful God behind her.

There will never be a perfect person.

You will never find anyone who has no flaws.

Everyone has their own secrets they need to keep,
insecurities they have to hide,
and a void in their life that they would want to fill so badly.

We are only human.
We make mistakes.
We get hurt.
We feel scared.

We all have these baggage that we carry along in our life;
some may be heavier than the rest but still, it is there.

The thing is,
you can't really find a perfect someone,
it's just a matter of whom you are willing to accept
and carry their baggage along with them.

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