When I was a little girl my mom became my first friend. She would play doll's with me and would tell me bedtime stories about princesses who'd fall in love with prince's. Before I'd fall asleep I'd hug tightly to her arms so she wouldn't leave me once I fell asleep. My mom did everything she could for me and my brothers always giving up her own happiness for ours. Sacrificing so much of herself to be the best mother she could be. I worried for her so much that you would think I was the mother and her my daughter. As I grew older she became my best friend. We talked about getting an apartment together once my baby was born. I told her once I finished school id take care of her so she would no longer have to work. I always believed we have a purpose in our live's and I believed mine was to be there for my mom. God had placed me in her life to heal all her broken wounds and pick her up whenever she was down. I'd always pray at night that what I wanted more than anything was for her to be happy and I believe now that maybe leaving behind the daily struggles that life constantly threw at her was the key to her happiness. Though it absolutely breaks my heart that I will no longer experience the little things such as seeing her walk into my room, or laying in her bed binge watching the cooking channel, our talks on the road and most of all it breaks my heart that I will never get to experience her teaching me how to care for and be a mother to my baby. But I am a firm believer that everything in life happens for a reason. I will hold on tightly to the memories I have like i did as a little girl.