Today, my heart feels heavy.I find myself missing my mother. She is no longer physically with me, yet her presence surrounds me in ways words cannot fully explain. I still feel her—in my thoughts, in my habits, in the way I respond to life. It is as if she never truly left. The pain she went through lives quietly in my heart. I often wonder whether all the suffering she endured was something she truly deserved or not. But if anyone ever asks me to judge her life or her choices, my answer will always be no. I will not allow that. Because I saw her.I observed her closely.I understood…