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"Love Is As Strong As Atlas"
In reflecting on the events of my life that have impacted me, I find that love has been the most victorious of all. Love, a small four letter word, is strong enough to bring forth a life of happiness or sorrow. Its strength exceeds the strength of atlas, who has had to carry the world on his shoulders for eternity. Love is hardworking, loyal, and shown imperceptibly at times. My immense luck has had me bond and wrapped inside of love’s protective arms since birth. The fear and bitterness of being a single parent did not dim Love’s spirits for her strength can stand the test of times, thanks to her faith, my mother is what I call Love.
When Daddy preformed his magical Houdini act of now you see him now you don’t, love was all I had. Love was like the pacifier that you give to a crying baby at night. Love was my comfort, my consolation, love was my life. My mother tried hard to diverge the aiming question, Where’s daddy? The answer was always accompanied by a present and a “hey baby I was thinking of going to Chuck E cheese today, would you like that?’ unaware of the distraction that has just been unleashed, I would jump into my mother’s arms, while smiling and giggling the whole way. The unknowing mind of a child is a precious thing, Vulnerable, innocent and pure. The answer to that grueling question was just fine back then. But with age, comes realization.
With realization comes the truth, and with the truth, comes hurt. But love was always there to endure the pain right along with me. Love, or my mother as I call her, is my biggest influence because of her strength and selflessness. She embodies all the qualities that I value in a person. She has nurtured me into a caring, dedicated, patient, and strong young woman. I did not have two parents in my household but the love that she expressed to my sister and I was just as much. She has influenced me to be a loving and caring person because that is what people in this world need.
I could not imagine what I would have done if I didn’t have anyone by my side when I endured those long nights of wondering why daddy never came home. If everyone had someone to love and care for them, then the world would be a much better place. I realize the helpful impact of the comfort and love she gave to me, so I want to do the same. That is why I love making people feel loved and meaningful. I love to make people smile. Smiling brings forth happiness, and happiness brings forth peace, and peace is what we all need in this crazy world. That is why Love, my mother, is the biggest influence on my life and who I have become.
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