Mom has always been my rock, my solid support. She would defend me to my siblings when I was a brat, begging me not to make her a liar. She believed in me when I didn't believe in myself.
During a particularly tough break up, she actually drove up to SLC and stayed a weekend with me at my apartment. I mean, mom drove on the freeway just to be with me.
And she was right by my side for every big and small event.
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