I need to write about a very special someone that I got to call daughter. I didn’t carry her for nine months; I didn’t change her diapers when it was wet or give her a bottle when she was hungry nor did I nurse her to health when she was sick. I never kissed her good night or tucked her in at bedtime. However, I was still mom and she was my daughter. We got to teach each other things like trust, strength, courage, commitment and discover the true meaning of unconditional love. I was only in my early twenties when she showed up in my life via my younger sister. I took a liking to her from the initial meet, and I think in some way without her noticing, I was about to become her mom. Years passed by with many tears, worry, disagreements, first love and heart break. Life wasn’t easy or kind to her, but she had the strongest will I have ever seen. She constantly inspired me; I hope she knew that. I was never disappointed and unfailingly very proud. They say that a mother’s love sees no wrong. I saw all her imperfections but that was what made her so brilliant, and I loved her for it. She had no need to follow the rules, so to speak, for in her eyes the rules failed her first. She was determined to beat life at it’s own game and in some ways she did. Her battle ended on June 11th, 2012, not because life won, but because she said fuck you – it’s time for me to bounce. That was my daughter. I love you.