She's freakishly strong.
She can whoop ass in air hockey with a 30 lb. baby on her hip.
She once tried to save a woman's life on the side of the road using her belt as a tourniquet.
She can call bingo numbers like a carny.
She plays pool.
She makes homemade ice cream, tortillas, tamales and pie crust.
She loves her kids, her family, her man.
She loves her mom.
She handles her daughter's disability with grace and fortitude.
She loves the underdog.
She takes in stray dogs. And cats. And birds. And rats. And rabbits.
She makes me laugh.
She makes me cry.
She wears hats.
She steals my clothes. My makeup. My purses. My heart.
She'll take care of me in my old age.
She could lift a car off you.
She could kick your ass.
She would give you the shirt off her back.
She's Kayla. My daughter. I love her. She rocks.
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