My grandmother is like a Jade Vine. Her personality is both rare to find but beautiful as well.
She's beautiful in every way and no one else could compare to how amazing I think she is. She's definitely been through more downs than ups, but each event has just made her a stronger person.
I compare my hero to a warrior. She is a mother of eight children; well nine you could say since she also raised me. She has made sacrifices like anyone else; she had to leave her family from Nicaragua to take all of her kids to New York, and later on to Miami, and finally to Los Angeles seeking a better life for them. She has always put her family's concerns over anything else, even her sickness.
She is a hard worker, my best friend even. She sees the best in everyone and encourages me to always have my head held up high even when I have a thousand reasons not to. I admire how strong she is even at times when I know she feels heartbroken.
My grandmother, Yadira, is not my hero because I think she's perfect, she's my hero because she recognizes her flaws, strengths and weaknesses, and still stands up proud with a smile on her face.
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