She is loud. She is powerful. Mountains question how far when she tells them to move. She never shakes or quivers. She is bold and sharp.

She is the best friend standing up to her narcissistic father. She is the only one calling out her little brother’s coach for bad behavior. She is the soft soothing I-love-yous and you’re-so-goods spoken to so many broken children.

She is the fake apologies that comes with being the bigger person.

She is the yes’s that has made life an adventure. She is the voice of reason. She is the important information the doctors needed.

She is the advocate for the little one.

She is the “no” that needed to be said long ago. She is the grounding needed to make it through. She is the voice of the voiceless. She is the cheerleader to remind you you’re made for this. She is the mistaken outbursts. She is the heart on your sleeve.

She is the healer and the fighter. She is the passion. She is so loved when she came from so much hate.