This I believe, love is everywhere.

Although when someone attacks someone else, it’s an act of broken love but broken love is still love in a sense. Love and fear are the most powerful emotions.  love can be mended and broken, torn and put back together. Love hurts, it is sacrifice and suffering but the reward of feeling love is worth all of it.

I believe mom is my first love. I fell in love with my mom for the first time when I remember looking at her from a young age and always laughing. I fell in love with my mom when we memorized 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

I fell in love with my mom when I saw her fight for custody of my sister and I in a nasty court battle.

We are exactly like, always having liety and goofiness. We are always together doing everyday task. We have the same temper, short attention span and the same ear-shattering laugh.

With all that said, I saw my mom not eat all day so I could. I saw her protect me like a moma bear and her cubs.

When I was a baby, my mom and my biological father got a divorce. I, then, spend every other week with him. The conditions of his mind were not right and it was an awful environment. I saw women leave, drugs, and men who did not look every friendly.

My sister protected me most of the time, we would hide in the closet and play games all week until it was time to leave. That was then I realized my sister loved me too because she was old enough to not go over but she did for me. So something terrible would not happen to me.

We were never harmed in any way but we could have at anytime and that is what I think about still today. What if I would have tasted one of those drugs, what if one of those men took me, what if goes through my mind every time I think back to this time.

When I was about 5-6, my mom got married to my step-dad who I call my dad. He gave my mom herself again. With him, My mom already had gotten custody of us except every other weekend, but a single mom going through school is a hard enough.

But one weekend, I was sick as a dog and I had to go over there. My mom was about to not let me go but she did not want to get in trouble with the law. I went but I screamed night and day for her literally. The next evening, on saturday, she came and picked me up out of the bed. She promised me when we were in the car that I never had to go back and I didn’t. My mom got a case and with little money we had, she fought tooth and nail for me. Then my sister and I really never went back and it was legal this time. my mom didn’t care what the consequences were to come save me. She could have felt me there, but she didn’t. We went to the doctors and I had a bad case of strep throat, ear infections and bronchitis. I felt awful but it was the best feeling to finally be with my mom forever again. I was all hers.

This makes me believe that love is everywhere because my mom fought for me. My real dad had love for me but he just loved material things more. He had a broken love. My dad now, his love is tough and raw and truthful. My sisters love protects me and herself. Love can be anywhere, it is just your choice to be around broken, torn apart love or all conquering love.