This peice of art was paying respects to my mother and the hard work she preforms every day. It got especially rough for her during the pandemic, as she works at Peidmont Hospital. She’s somehow powered through almost two years of what she must’ve been certain was an apocalypse at first. Through hour changes, exhausting days, the losses of patients important to her, my mother has somehow set her jaw and continued to work to make others better day in and day out. And she gets along well with her patients. Even throughout the stress of the pandemic, through layers of masks, eye visors, and stifling protective clothing, she managed to charm and make the people she talks to on a daily basis comfortable. It came to a point where multiple patients would insist on seeing her specifically, and a few even walked out when her schedule that day was full. When in isolation with the rest of my family, a highlight of our day was her coming home and telling us the latest story. It was a look at both the good and the horrible of the pandemic while staying safely holed in our house. Somehow through this all, the horror of the pain and disease around her, she still shows her heart every day while making people healthy. And lastly, my mother has been an immensely active person in my personal support system. Often she comforts me when I grow upset with homework and we lay on our stomachs on her bed while working on it together. She bought an expensive air fryer just to make sure I had a nice way to heat up leftovers when my stomach wouldn’t let me eat while we were out in a restaurant. My mother betrays the meaning that social media gave her name- Karen. She is the kindest Karen I’ve met. And jokes that she’ll keep going to great lengths to prove she’s the one good Karen.