Make ur mother’s smile

Thirty-five years ago, when my mom was 22, she
became a widow and a mother within the same
month. The life she had imagined was stolen in a
heartbeat. She tried to move on, but was lost.
She gave me to my father’s family to be raised in
the United States. Some call her weak; others call
her selfish. I could be mad or bitter. Instead,
I’m grateful for the life I have and to have a
mother who sacrificed our relationship to give me
a chance at a better life. She is courageous. She
is my mother.