Life has a way of testing you quietly.
There were days when my body felt weak, when I questioned whether I could keep carrying everyone's weight.
But then, I would remember Mama's hands — rough but gentle, tired but unshaken.
I learned to be firm when the children wavered, gentle when they needed comfort, and patient with myself when exhaustion whispered lies.
I found strength in prayer, in work, in my husband's steady love.
One evening, as I watched our daughters help one another with chores, I realized something — I had become the kind of woman Mama raised me to be:
strong, faithful, unbroken.