Mia
Growing up, I was always daddy's little princess, but only because I knew I could get away with just about anything with him. My mom was a different story. She knew me so well, I couldn't get so much as a little white lie past her.
When I was younger, I hated the way she could read me like it was second nature. As I got older, I was grateful that I didn't have to explain myself. She always just knew.
She knew my heart better than I know it myself. She guided me, gave me words of wisdom that I'll pass along to my own daughter. Words that will help her to become a strong woman, capable of loving others so completely, so intensely, you can literally build an empire on it.
And that's what mom did. She found my father all those years ago, a man struggling to find his self wort
