A Mother’s Strength
Raising one child alone was hard. Raising four felt nearly impossible. But Olivia never gave up.
She worked wherever she could—cleaning offices late into the night, sewing clothes before dawn, doing anything to keep a roof over their heads. The world, however, was not kind. Neighbors whispered. Strangers stared. Landlords turned her away the moment they saw her mixed-race children.
“You don’t belong here,” they’d say.
But Olivia’s love was stronger than their cruelty. Every night, no matter how exhausted she was, she would kiss each little forehead and whisper, “We may not have much, but we have truth. We have dignity. And we have each other.”
