It's my mom's birthday! I love her so much, but, I have to write this incomplete poem for her. You know why? It's Cos the story remains incomplete. Our story can't be complete without me actualizing all the dreams she wished for me.

Below is the poem carved like a stream;

Life took us through thick and thorns.
It almost looked impossible to breathe through it all.
We were almost at a point where giving up was the watchword.
Then things changed, not for the better, but for good.

The storms kept roaring like a deep...