Mom, I don't say this enough, but thank you for everything. For the sacrifices no one saw for the nights you stayed up. Just to make sure I was okay. For the times you were strong. Even when you felt like falling apart. You've always been my quiet hero. The one who held it all together. Even when I didn't realize you were breaking inside. You gave me love without limits. You gave when you had nothing left to give. You taught me what strength looks like. Not the loud kind, but the kind that holds you in the dark and says I'm not going anywhere. You showed me what it means to love fiercely, to show up, to stay. And I know I've made mistakes. I know I haven't always listened or said thank you or told you how deeply I love you, but I need you to know every good part of me came from you. Your patience, your heart, your fight. If I ever become even half the person you are, I'll be proud. Because being raised by you, that's the greatest gift I've ever been given. I love you, mom. Always.

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