Gratitude

I still remember those afternoons when my mother would wait for me to come home from work just so she could serve me hot food with her own hands.

One day, because of unavoidable work, I reached home very late in the afternoon. I remember the anxiety on her face while she waited, but the moment I arrived, she quietly served me food with the same love and warmth as always.

I always cared for her and used to tell her not to wait for me, to simply keep the food and I would serve myself whenever I came home late. But she never agreed. For her, serving food to her child was never a duty, it was her love.

Today, those moments return to me again and again. She is no longer with me, but the warmth of those meals and the love in her eyes still live in my heart forever.

No one can ever replace a mother.

Happy Mother's Day!