She's Home

She's defiant.
That is the first thing that comes to mind when I think about my mother.
Simply defiant.
Stubborn.
A really private, closed off person.
A big heart, for certain things.
She was raised hard, and so were we.

Her decisions are not always right,
and neither are her intentions.
But we're all human,
nobody is perfect.
I love her regardless of what she decides.
Because she is the glue that holds the brittle family I have left.
Without her, I don't know what I'd do.

A lot of people (majority being relatives) do not agree with her lifestyle.
They frown upon her,
whisper behind her back...

But she doesn't care.
Finger to the world, she doesn't care.
And she'll say it to your face, too.
She simply does not care.
And that's okay.
I have been and probably will be constantly told that, "No, this is not okay. What she is doing is not okay!"

Deep down I know this.
But how can I reject my own mother?
I love her.
For who she is.
Some days it feels like the whole world is against her.
I will fight for her.
No matter what.
Because, obviously, no one else will.