Gia

My memory of her. 

She wakes me up in the morning with the goal echoing in my mind and marinating in my soul.

Every look in the mirror is a pep talk for my plan of action. 

I can't live without that memory. 

The steps I take towards my destination are carefully calculated.

It's the countless obstacles along the journey that keep me alive.

I can't live without the memory of Gia. 

She gave me purpose and a reason to strive past a high school education.

Her ultimate wish was for me to earn a college degree while in the pursuit of my happiness.

I can't live without the memory of my mother. 

 

 

 

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