G'mara
A G'mara is a holy mess who loves you like you’re their last breath and they’ll fight anyone who tries to ruin your day with a smile and a middle finger
My G'mara showed up at my divorce hearing with a cake and a list of my ex’s sins.
She texted me during my panic attack: 'Breathe. I’m here. And I have a pizza.'
She stood up for me in class when the teacher called me a ‘disgrace’ and said, 'She’s not a disgrace. She’s my disgrace.'