Before I could hold a pen, I held your hand.
Before I learned how to write, you taught me how to feel.
You were my first storyteller —
Not with books, but with love, strength, and quiet sacrifice.
Every chapter of my life began with you.
Every page I write echoes your voice.
I may write of heroes and stars, of battles and dreams...
But you? You are the story I'll never stop telling — even in silence.
Happy Mother's Day,
To the woman who taught me that the softest words can carry the loudest truths.
— Danaa Inkborne