My mom is the epitome of strength. When I was in fifth grade, she moved to the U.S. for work, leaving her whole life in the Philippines. She was 35. In the Philippines, she was a stay-at-home mom. Here, she’s a career woman. Her first job was as a caregiver. She then made her way to sales, became a sales manager, and became a VP.
She built her life from the ground up. She did not just manage to survive; she thrived. She worked hard to give my brothers and me a shot at the “American dream.”
My mom is beautiful. It is evident in her physical appearance as she ages like fine wine. People always mistake her for my sister. In grade school, the teachers knew her as the young, pretty mom who always wore short shorts. Shortly after that, our school put up a dress code for parents. LOL. That’s my mom. She’s a head-turner and a game-changer.
Her beauty is not only skin deep.
Her heart is what makes her truly beautiful. She is kind, warm, nurturing, funny, fiercely independent, sure and secure in herself, and unapologetically confident.
Life gave her a fresh start at 48. I’ve never seen anyone take the bull by the horns so gracefully. One hell of a woman.
She’s my best friend. I’m so lucky that she’s my mom.
The Whole 9 Yards 
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