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A Peaceful Evening I Still Carry Within Me
Missing my mother often brings back a peaceful evening from the past, one that still lives quietly within me. There was a time when summers felt alive — not rushed, not heavy, just full of quiet energy.From March to August, the climate itself felt different: clear skies, warm sunlight, calm winds, and a softness that touched the heart before the skin. I would return from school around 2 p.m.My mother would already be waiting, food warm, made with love — the kind of food that doesn’t just fill your stomach, it comforts you. After that, if there was any homework, I finished it quickly. And then, exactly at 4 p.m.,…
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A Mother’s Smile Was My First Understanding of Love
“A mother’s smile first understanding of love came to me before I could even speak — it was gentle, warm, and full of meaning.” When I was a young child, around five or six years old, being the middle child often made me crave love and attention. That need, however, was never left unfulfilled—because my mother wrapped me in her love in ways that felt quiet, constant, and real. I spent much of my childhood helping her with household work. Somehow, even at that age, I wished I could free her from the weight of it all. I wanted her to rest, to breathe, to live without tiredness. When the…
