Her eyes are almond shaped and almond color. Tiny lines grew from the corners of her eyes. Theses lines didn't represent her age but her life. As there were also lines around her smile. Her eyes must have an intimate relationship with her smile because her smiles always reached her eyes. She smiled everyday. She always found something to smile about and tried to share this with everyone. She told stories and jokes that once were funny. But to her they were the funniest. To complement her smile was her skin. Skin that hosted small black stars and skin that was the same rich color as cocoa. My mother always looked radiant. From her skin to her smile and to her eyes, she had a glow. Even her teeth could not compare to her glow. They were the moon and she the sun. At average height, my mother stood tall. She would pull back her shoulders and embrace the day. Each day was a challenge but she knew that she would be victorious. When the sun didn't shine; the day grew cold. She'd hope for a better and brighter tomorrow. She would have to pull herself up. My mother was always good at hiding her conflicts. She would take anything for me. That’s just how she was and who I want to be.
