You've been there for me when the world turned it's back on me. You've understood me when I didn't understand myself. You gave me your beautiful eyes and your intelligence (and passed on the genes for shopaholism, but I'm not complaining). You've stitched clothes for me since I was a baby and still love dressing me up as your doll. You were open-minded enough for me to do all the things considered taboo by culture and tradition. We fight, we misunderstand each other, but we have an attachment that can't be broken.
I love you, you crazy, silly woman, you.