I wish every child could be blessed to have a mother like mine.

When my five sisters and I were babies in her womb, she never took so much as an aspirin for a headache — never ingested anything but the nutrients we needed to grow healthy and strong.

As a child, my world was rock-solid because of her. She put our needs so far before her own that we didn’t know she had needs of her own. She loved us without condition.

I was so unaware of the fear and pain that less fortunate children suffer that I didn’t even know such concepts existed.

I still can’t tell a lie, thanks to her, and I even blush when I’m innocent and people think I’m lying. The only thing she hates more than dishonesty is phoniness.

She made sure we were, above all, genuine — genuinely concerned about the needs of other people rather........

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