![]() ![]() She was never seen in the ways she should have been. ![]() ![]() While my mother died long before I could ever show her the path I’d managed to carve out for myself, I still think of her with everything that I write. Every time I try to think about what has happened, what receiving this award means, I feel a tightness in my chest and a raw ache in my throat, forming a choke, and I think of my mother who sacrificed so much in her life so that I could be allowed to dream just a little bit, so that I could even consider the possibility of pursuing writing as a worthwhile endeavor, and while it’s still been a long struggle for me filled with a lot of my own years of job insecurity, of part-time and low-paid work, I dreamed anyway in the hope that one day I could show her that her sacrifices weren’t all in vain. ![]()
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