MY MOM AND I, CIRC. 1989
Today is my mom’s birthday. Ever since I can coherently remember, my mother has given life and limb for her children. No matter what the circumstance, stipulation, or penalty, when it comes to her babies, my mom has had no hesitation to stand up for what she believed in – namely, us. As new immigrants to Canada, we didn’t have a lot of money, but regardless, my mom always made sure we had enough to eat, clothes to wear and the opportunity to partake in whatever activities we could. I remember very distinctly the year that my mom worked odd jobs folding flyers and mailing pamphlets in order to save enough money to buy my brother and I a pair of AND1 sneakers – on boxing day of course. Those moments are so engrained in my memory; that’s the kind of stuff that nothing can ever replace. I still have those sneakers. But most importantly, I have my mother – a breast cancer survivor, a successful business woman, a God-fearing Christian, a master chef, but above all, a loving mother. Happy birthday mom.
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