My Ammama would have been 80 years old this week.

I remember her with so much love and admiration. She was an incredible woman — graceful, classy, poised, beautiful, and lovely.

As I think about her life, I am in awe of how tall she stood. Despite growing up in a society that had certain expectations for women, Ammama did life her way. She played badminton, taught as a principal, traveled the world, plus looked after the entire family.

She was fiercely independent. But also incredibly loving as well.

A tender warrior. Through and through. 💙