“What it would mean to you to see the first woman president elected?” I asked my mother.  “It would make me proud,” she simply replied.  She described how important it was to her grandmother, a woman who was in her mid-20s before she legally gained the right to vote, that women exercise their right to vote.  With her grandmother’s voice in her head, my mother instilled in me that we have a duty to honor the work of our foremothers by voting and protecting this right for future generations. I vote because my great-grandmother wasn’t born with the right to vote.  I vote because women died fighting for my right to do so.