Mother Teresa of El Paso AKA My Momma!

So instead of bombarding you with written descriptions of my mom, I'm just going to present a collage of videos, pictures, and a run-on sentence that don't necessarily show you how MotherTeresa-esque my mother is, but rather what a vibrant, incredible woman she is despite the life that she's been handed.
My mother was a Mexican born, newspaper delivery girl, orphan at 14, caretaker to daughter and handicapped sister at 19, immigrant to the US at 20, Chicagoan working 16 hours a day at two jobs, single momma, payroller, CTA employee, mini-skirt wearer, wife to man after knowing him for a couple of days (dad married to get her a greencard), momma X 2 at age 32, grandmother at age 40, BA in Linguistics recipient at age 47, HIV/AIDS trainer of trainers, grandmother again x 3, Public Health worker, Translator, Caretaker 2-3 hours a day, Caretaker 25 hours a day, funny without a clue as to why she's funny, loving, caring, short-fused yet patient, kind, and totally crazy.
This is what happened on TX/OU weekend when Lilypons was trying to turn her into a gangster and I was trying to show her the Texas Longhorn symbol. Yes, she ends it by flipping us off.

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