I was young and fragile.She held me,With teary eyes that werebeaming with happiness. Holding my tiny fingers,She taught me to walk,Through the hardships of life.We fight.We laugh.We love.But, it is only she who forgives.I grew up,To be a monster.A Monster who fails to understand her.Yet, she smiles.She is the best actressAs she pretends well enoughIn hiding her griefTo protect the serenityAnd unityIn the atmosphere.- Mother________________________@scrawleddiaries