My mother is gorgeous and smart and a little bit of a stick in the mud depending on who she's screwing at the time.
She grew up like a squatter in shantys over the ocean. Shitting in a hole in the living room was normal, as was creating a daisy chain with your sisters to pluck eachother's armpit hair. She was a power forward on her high school basketball team at 5'3" and went to pre-med. Her mother practiced voo doo and her brothers are all priests. Eldest of 13 she took care of babies when my grandpa fisherman would run away from grandma fisherman who liked to drink and hit things. Bohol not being too big, he was always found and drug back home.
Now she lives the American dream. Loves me and my babies. Probably them a little bit more. Shakes her head over my general carefree attitude about life but always begs me to come home.
I love my mommy.
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"Loving him is red."
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