A Love Letter.

This woman worked as hard as any man I knew growing up: Without complaint, no excuses, and no days off. Selflessly, all to give us the best of everything- a better chance at life, and opportunities she never had. We never went without and received everything we asked for and more. This woman is my mother. In my youth, I saw you as harsh and uncompromising. I didn’t understand your rationale. The strictness on late night tv, waking up early, eating breakfast at an appropriate time, refusing nightly pizza and ice cream. I wanted to stay out all night, but…