She sits and stares at the white envelopes, in hopes that they are'nt bills. 

She gets home from work and smells of garlic and perfume.

She sits down after working a 20 hour shift and finds blisters on her feet.

She has burn marks on her olive skin (battle scars) and stiches on her thumb.

She gathers her knives in the early morining, for creation later.

She has stains on her apron, probably from a homeade sauce she created.

She has been working her whole life, without a break.

She has a passion for love, strength and happiness.

She provides shelter, and comfort.

She was a single mother. 

She is a super mom. 

She is my mom. 

Thank you .