Brown eyes, short in height,
Fat by weight, wavy hair not so fair,
In a world that seemed so bright,
She wore her burdens with care.

At seven, her laughter turned to sighs,
When her father left, a shadow fell,
Her dreams floated like butterflies,
In a silent home, she learned to dwell.

No siblings to share her fears,
Just a mother’s weary embrace,
Through struggles, through unending tears,
They fought together, finding their place.

Her mother toiled from dawn till dusk,
In fields...