You stepped up when my mother needed help.

My mom couldn't have done it without you. You're a saint. You're so important to my existence; I could never repay you for the things you've done for me.

Ever since I can remember, grandma's house was my sanctuary. I remember being really little, waking up, and watching tv on mute just so you could sneak up behind me to say, "Mija, sit back or you'll ruin your eyes. You want pancakes?". And now, even at 20, you still say the same thing to me.

You've always wanted the absolute best for me. You would make sure my dance costumes were always on fleek and my softball uniform was always spotless. When I would get sick, there was no hesitation about you making homemade chicken noodle soup. And on my bad days, you would always make flautas; because you always know my favorite comfort food. You were at every recital along with every game Ithat I had. You would take me on all types of vacations and road trips; so many cherished memories that I could never forget. But, along with the good memories comes the bad ones as well.

You helped me survive; you've shown me how life works. You've have always given me hope that something better will come out of something not so good. You've taught me that life always moves on and we always have to keep going.

You are by far the strongest woman I know. You're so beautiful, caring, and a fighter.

And even as I grow up, I aspire to be like you. You are more than just my grandmother; you're my inspiration to become the best woman I can be. But no matter what, I'll always be your Little Girl...

With love always, Chiquita