I became a true Rockster because I had the best school; my mom. The one who taught me that I can't go out without a sweater because I might get sick, that if I answer wrong a flip-flop will come my way, or that if I behave well, a Cassavita will invite me.
I am a rockster because I come from a rockster mom.
So rockster that she can buy a poster board on a Sunday at 8 p.m., that she can go to the ends of the earth just for a party, or that she can stay up late just to bring my fever down.
So Rockster that no matter what my personality is she will always accept and love me; she will defend me from all evil and I will always have a shoulder to lean on. Because no matter the circumstances, my mom is the best of all (and the word falls short).
She taught me to be a true rockster.
Because now I know that if I need a hand my mother will give me three without thinking, that if my world falls apart she will be there to fix it, and that as my mom says:
“In bad times, you have to wear a good face.”
Because thanks to her I am everything I am; a person with original blood. A person with a big heart, huge character, and a personality so CHINGONA… just like my mother.
Because like her, none.
Being a mother is not a gift, it is being ROCKSTER.
