Gia
My memory of her.
She wakes me up in the morning with the goal echoing in my mind and marinating in my soul.
Every look in the mirror is a pep talk for my plan of action.
I can't live without that memory.
The steps I take towards my destination are carefully calculated.
It's the countless obstacles along the journey that keep me alive.
I can't live without the memory of Gia.
She gave me purpose and a reason to strive past a high school education.
Her ultimate wish was for me to earn a college degree while in the pursuit of my happiness.
I can't live without the memory of my mother.
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