The beautiful caring lovable strong my mom

Like the sky is always pretty without the clouds but the sky can't help it when it is about to rain, her heart cannot always remain sane and happy even though its humble and innocent. The way she feels, she feels it in various languages, but she knows to speak with only one. She expresses with pure intentions and she expects kindness likewise. But this world is not what she expects and she knows it all by heart. Her heartbreaks nonetheless, knowing what might gulp her if she doesn't find a way to move along. She might not understand the missing pieces of disappointments from others, she might not be appreciated for finding the solution of fixing an unrepairable situation, she might think she doesn't deserve the goodness, but she is tough and I appreciate her and respect her more than others and she is lovely as i would whole heartedly, call her ' The beautiful, caring lovable strong mom'. My mom....