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Carolivia Herron - I Love My Hair 


A dedication to my Mum. 

I know I say it everyday, but mum I love you and no matter how much I say it, I will always love you more than that. 

As of late, I have become more reflective and grateful of the time my mum and I are spending together. I’ve found that our bond gets stronger everytime tragedy or adversity comes to us in life. I will always remember my final year at university. Having the death of your mother, my nan, to contend with aswell my year final submissions of subject assignments and dissertations. You never left my side. You came with me to my Uni tutorials and personal advisor one to ones. Coming to think of it I some how I smuggled you onto campus and you patiently waited and encourgaged me to carry on through the stress of it all. Looking back I dont remember asking how you were. Knowing you, it was probably because you are and were evidently selfless and you thought more about me rather than yourself during that time. I know that all you wanted was for me to do well. 

The second time was during this current pandemic. We have spent so much time together and honestly i’ve loved every minute of it. I’ve been given the side eye a few times and my name called in full a few times more but deep down I know you love my company. 
I see the pureness of your heart everyday and I really hope I can be half the mother that you are. 

It’s funny because my memories of you as a child bring back trauma as all I can remember is the battle we faced when washing my hair. I clearly remember multiple times running downstairs to Grandad for him to rescue me. Looking back now I could see the tiredness in your face. At one stage you worked 3 jobs. We were far from starving or homeless yet you worked harder than you needed to for everyone else. That’s probably why you chose the ‘no nonsense’ attitude when it came to my mane. 

Im glad to say that throughout the years and trials and tribulations I brought to you as a child but more so a teenager, we have been able to create such a beautiful relationship. Still one of mother and daughter but also sometimes a comforting friend. The sacrifices you make, not only for me and my brother are more than likely un-repayable but I promise with my whole heart to make you proud and at least try to be a pinch of you. 

I will make sure u are with me forever, whether u like it or love it...

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