If I were asked who shaped my soul, I would not have to think twice. It was my mother and my father, my heart and my soul, my shield and my crown. To the world, they were just two people, but to me, they were, are and will always be the very reason my spirit stands strong and my heart still beats with love regardless of what I face.
From my mom, I learned how to fight. Not with fists, but with faith. She taught me that strength does not always roar, it whispers in prayers, it hides in sacrifices, it shines through patience. She showed me that a woman’s heart can break a thousand times and still keep giving, still keep loving, still keep building. Because of her, I walk into the world as a warrior, resilient, unyielding, yet soft enough to care. My mom was not just my comfort, she was, is and will always be my power.
From my dad, I learned what it means to be cherished. He crowned me his little princess, not with jewels, but with the kind of love that makes you believe you are worthy, safe, and irreplaceable. In his eyes, I was not just a daughter. I was his pride, his joy, his forever little girl. He will always be my protector, my guide, my king. And though I grow older, I will never outgrow the place I hold in his heart.
Together, my parents were and are my compass, my mom, the warrior who raised me with fire, and my dad, the king who raised me with love. I am both their reflection and their legacy. And every breath I take will be a prayer of gratitude to God for blessing me with them.
I will forever be Mom’s warrior and Dad’s princess. I will carry their lessons in my bones, their love in my blood, their pride in my footsteps. They were not just my parents, they were my heart and my soul. And for that, I am forever grateful ❤️
