I carry the tears and struggles of my mother.
I carry the memories of smiling and laughing with family and friends.
I carry the chance in life that God gave me after everything.
I carry my past as a lesson to become stronger.
I carry the smile of my siblings that gives me hope.
I carry the experiences of doing things I have never done.
I carry the time I spend with friends that gives me joy.
I carry the love of my family that brings me strength.
I carry the work of my ancestors whom I never met.
I carry the thoughts of my mother to keep me alive.
I carry the portrait of my loved brother to always remember he is still alive.
I carry my family’s religion to never forget how to smile.
Authored by a Survivor’s Daughter. The art is drawn by the author as a birthday gift for her mom.
