Describe a family member.
Born in Germany in the 1940s, she’s survived more than just a war. She survived the passage to Australia. She survived a strict father. She survived losing a sibling far too young, and a man who was meant to love her but didn’t know how. She survived the loss of her first child, and the pain that comes with it — a pain that never really fades.
She survived leaving him. She survived to meet her soulmate — and together, they built a beautiful life. Then she survived his death, a heartbreak only a widow can truly understand. Through it all, she’s loved — fiercely, unconditionally. Her children, her grandchildren, her great-grandchildren.
But that love gets her in trouble sometimes.
It’s so big it makes her blind to see how often it’s taken for granted.
When her kindness is met with selfishness, it cuts deep — yet she still forgives.
It hurts to see someone so gentle, so full of grace and warmth, treated carelessly by her own. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no love lost between mother and son — but I wish he could see her for who she really is.
A woman who’s survived everything life could throw at her, and still asks for nothing in return.



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