What is the reward for someone who gives more than she could possibly ever take?
What is the comfort in an empty house when her soul is spent and all she hears are the voices of guilt rather than those of gratitude?
If hungry, you will be fed before you even get the chance to ask; before she eats herself.
She will suffocate in debt just so you never know struggle.
The model of pride under the flag she was born under, honored to live up to what most of us have ignored, give her your hungry, your tired, your poor, she will make sure you will be nevermore, regardless of your prejudices and selfishness.
Whatever the favor, YES is the only answer, always out of her common sense because the haters and takers are those who need the love the most.
And who else is there to turn to when the doors of the physical world are closed and your door to the man upstairs becomes an apparition?
A home for me when I displaced my own, family to me when my blood made me the outcast, a warrior willing to strike me when my fire needed a battle, comfort when I was drowning in my frightened tears.
Understanding, even tirelessly forgiving, when my rhetoric exposed my underbelly of insecurity.
And, in giving life, a path, a purpose to a child not her own, what reparation could this soul on earth receive that is not already awaiting her in heaven?
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(written in my little notebook)
wow…… <3