Fire from my mother

I got my fire from my mother. The fire of not giving up. The fire to flight and keep going. I got her stubbornness. Even when everyone in my family including my mother told me I was wrong i stood Strong for what i wanted. Even when i was in so much distress i still fought to get ahead in my career and stand on my own feet. To be independent. Even when everyone tried to control me and make decisions for me i stood strong and fought. I married the guy i loved. But i never depended on him even when i could have stayed comfortable in his care. I studied even while carrying my baby and reached a stage where i can earn for myself and my kid. I fought with my whole family and the medical system to give birth to my baby the way i wanted to keep my bodily autonomy and birth with power and respect. I fought to rise my child the way me and my lover wanted to rise her. Even when i lost all support i stayed strong. I even worked through our relationship so i can love freely and be my authentic self. I know mother that you are against most things i have done in my life since i became an adult. But all its root goes back to you. It all goes back to the fire that you passed on to me. The fire that helped me stay strong willed to live my life in way i deemed right. I thankyou mother for this fire for this vigor. And for this life. 

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