Mother
Inspiration.
The lady in red, all dressed to impress
she's going out tonight.
3rd date, that's when you know you've made it.
Leaving her 2 year old daughter with the nanny she goes and creates a human being on accident.
Me.
A waitress at a diner in California, not prepared for two daughters and no fathers.
All alone she was, figuring it all out on her own.
Never missed a beat, every night shift, every doctors appointment, every recital.
Alone, completely alone.
The lady in red never went out again, never missed a beat of our lives
only missing beats of her own.
Sacrifice, that is what is truly inspirational.
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