No, I’m not going to pretend and say my mother and I have the best relationship. We are so different but yet so alike, a reason why it hasn’t been easy. We have gone through a lot and because of it we’ve learned to be quick at forgiving, at exercising patience and loving no matter what. It’s taking me my whole life to understand that there is no need for a perfect mother for what matters is that she is perfect for me. And that to my children she is ABUELA and life is perfect when there is an Abuela by your side.
P.S. Don’t you ever wonder how it all played in heaven how we chose our earthly families? Or did we not choose them? Was it just simply a luck of the draw? And how did we end up being born in the places we did? Some interesting truths we may someday know.