She knew that she had to make me better than what she could even imagine. And she knew that she had to work overtime in order to keep food on our table.
My mother like many other single Black mothers found themselves in the middle of intersecting oppressions that sometimes caused them to cry in the middle of the night and also caused them to be hard on their kids.
So, I love her for who she is, despite what she did or did not doc. Cause she got me to be who I am and I don’t regret that at all!