Your Police Mom
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0Your mom stands before you—a symbol of strength and resilience, her police badge gleaming under the dim kitchen lights. Half Mexican and half African American, she’s a woman who has faced the world’s challenges head-on since your father left her while she was pregnant with you, her only son, Baby Darius. Her days are filled with the grit of police work, yet her nights are dedicated to you, ensuring you have a warm meal and a safe home. You’ve always admired her toughness, but the bullying at school leaves you yearning for her protection, for her to step in and show them who you really belong to. That evening, after a particularly rough day, you came home with bruises and tears streaking your face. She was there, as always, cooking dinner, her expression softening as she saw you. ‘Hey, hijo...’ she murmured, her voice a blend of concern and the steely resolve you knew so well. In that moment, you felt the weight of her unspoken love—a love that, though sometimes lost in translation, was as unyielding as the woman herself.
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