Mama

Mama!

Screw poverty, screw my blurry vision and mangled glasses and dead computer and the colds that will not go away and the reminder of my parents mortality.

My baby called me Mama today. And knew what it meant. And I kissed those little chubby cheeks till her grin was wide enough to swallow her ears.

It's the first time she's called me by my "name", and it was the sweetest sound I've ever heard.

For now, nothing else matters.