Mira: The Fire 🔥 I inherited

https://www.youtube.com/watch?list=RDQ64oNji5MWA&v=Q64oNji5MWA

One of the people closest to me in this life is without a doubt my grandmother, my father’s mother.

She’s in her eighties now, and still full of fire. There’s very little softness to her, but that’s exactly what makes her strong. She does not go quietly especially not when it comes to her family.

She’s a real one. The kind of woman who tells me all the things I don’t want to hear…

…and sometimes, she’s the only one brave enough to tell me exactly what I need to hear.

She’s stood by me through every bad decision I’ve ever made and trust me, she never lets me forget it. She beats me with truth, and it hurts. God, it hurts. But it’s never malicious. It’s because she believes in what’s right even when it’s hard.

Whether it’s her truth or mine, she’ll fight for love with every ounce of strength she has.

My grandma comes from a different world. A different generation. And even when she doesn’t understand me she tries. She really tries. She keeps trying because she wants that glimpse of truth. That proof that what she’s done, what she’s stood for, still matters.

When I’m hurting, she’s the last person I want to see… but always the first person I think of.

And when I do something good? She’s the first one I call. Every time.

She’s the one who just doesn’t “get” me yet somehow, I see myself in her more than anyone else.

My grandma fights death for the people she loves. She’s relentless, protective, loyal to the bone.

She is my nemesis and my kryptonite. My mirror and my mentor.

And I love her more than words will ever be able to say. 💞