The Grateful Series💫: To My Gogo

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Gogo👑

 When my mom passed on you said i could call you mummy if i wanted to because you would be a mom to me. At the time, my 8year-old heart-broken self thought it made no sense because you were gogo and you would always be gogo. How could gogo be mummy?

  It was only 10years later, when i returned home, carrying nothing but faliure, a low-self esteem and very weak faith and you recieved me with open arms that i understood. In that moment, you were my mother. Coming home to you was quite possibly the best therapy ever. I don't know if you knew you how broken i was but every little thing you did helped mend me. From your very loud prayers where you told God the entire family's business to the way you constantly spoke to me about my mother. Telling me stories that shed light into who she was and in a way, who i was becoming. You helped me make sense of myself and i appreciate that.

 Thank you so much for the love, the quiet, reassuring acceptance and, finally for dragging me to the Nehemiah offices against my will.

 You are my mother.

 Love,
Your first born's last born
💞

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