I became a mom to Heybet, but she mothered and loved my children as her own.
I taught Heybet how to make grilled cheese sandwiches and macaroni and cheese, but she made me Samboosa's from Iraq.
I washed Heybet's clothes each week for her (she didn't have a washer), but she washed and braided my girls' hair to surprise me on Saturday mornings when I woke up.
I told Heybet's boyfriend he'd better snatch her up quick (he did!), but she gave me weekly date nights with the love of my life.
Ross put Heybet through school, but she taught me many lessons in how to be content when you have nothing.
I bought Heybet her prom dress, but she honored me by asking me to be her mother-of-the-bride in her wedding one day.
She was one of the first to hold my last 2 babies; I hope I get to hold her newborns, too.