Stephanie

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The matter of the fact is that I don’t just have one reason to believe in love I have many reasons to believe. Maybe it’s because love has gotten me through many tough nights that I couldn’t sleep. Love doesn’t judge you on what you wear or what you look like it looks on the inside. I mean many say that love gave up on them but I think that they gave up on love. Love is what answered the phone when my brother died. It builds us up, it breaks us down, it can even change us. I have even heard people call it the Jack of all trades. Love doesn’t discriminate it protects. This four letter word has such a big impact on the world and it has an even bigger impact in my everyday life. I don’t just have a reason to love on valentine’s day or a person to love on the day that someone dies or even on the day that someone special is born, I have a reason every morning and every night and plenty of people to express my love with. I believe in the most hateful, despitefully stunning but jaw dropping, kick butt do it yourself “don’t need no man to justify me” “I can pay my own bill” love. The love that I believe in doesn’t come in a story and wasn’t learned over night it is life, it is what makes a person them it’s their background their history the way their parents raised them that’s the love I believe in.

I believe in this type of love because that's the way I raised. My mom is a single mother that had to raise 3 children on her own. My mom had to wake up every morning of everyday and do things for herself. She worked third shift which is 10:30pm til 6:30am. She then after that job went straight to her second job which is doing hair, and she had to stand the whole time that she worked. When she would return home at like 5 she would cook.