If you ask me about my mom, I won't just say she's strong. That word doesn't do her justice. She's the kind of strong that breaks and still shows up. The kind that hides her pain so her kids can keep believing everything's okay. The kind that's held together by love and pure willpower. I've watched her rebuild herself more times than I can count. She's not just my mom... she's proof that you can walk through fire and still smell like flowers.