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Some see a bull—strong and ready to charge. Others see a heart—weathered, beating, still holding on. For me, it’s both.
This piece was created during a time of quiet worry and deep reflection. My daughter lives with heart conditions that have tested her strength for years. I carry heart disease too. My father died young from it. This isn’t just about one moment—it’s about inheritance, endurance, and the invisible threads that connect us. A mother’s heart doesn’t just beat for herself—it beats for the next generation.
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