When I think of "LOVE", I think of my mom. She is love. Her middle name is unconditional. Loves me when I fail, when my feet stink, when I don't return her calls, when I am prideful and pretend not to listen. She is my rock and my listening/nonjudgemental ear. I love you, mami. Thank you for celebrating valentine's day with me everyday.
She calls me her sunshine. But she is mine.
