My Beloved Mom

I’ve always seen my mom as my hero, not because she asked to be, but because she showed me what strength looks like in small, everyday moments. Whether it was late-night talks in the bedroom or those cold morning drives where she knew exactly what I needed to hear, she made me feel understood in a way no one else could. She balanced a thousand responsibilities with grace and resilience, showing me that love can be both soft and powerful at the same time. As I grow older and start stepping into my teenage life, I realize just how much of who I am comes from watching her. And when I look back on all those moments, I see a hero who never wore a cape, but who changed my world all the same.