I take my accusations back. My mother didn’t plot for a baby army that would feed her grapes or buy her nice things so she could find a flaw in them (that woman is so hard to shop for!). She went into labor, her brow sweating, because she wanted to be a mother. She birthed two daughters and a son because she wanted to love unconditionally. Mami cried for me to leave her cozy womb, not because she wanted me to worship her, but because she wanted to hold her youngest daughter in her arms. And she always will.