@hoick
Since I was little, I always felt safe in your arms, Mom. My tiny hands used to always hold your warm fingers, as if they didn't want to let go of the warmth you gave. Every small step I took, there was always your loving gaze, and every time I fell you always welcomed me patiently.
I remember clearly, during the long nights when I was sick, you were willing to stay up late, holding my hand, making sure I was okay. You never complained, never got tired, just smiled and said, "Mom is here, son." Those simple words to me are stronger than any spellβbecause I know, as long as you are there, this world will always feel warm.
Now, I have grown up. Maybe distance and time often separate us, maybe I am not always by your side like I used to be. But believe me, Mom, wherever I am, my heart always returns to you. Your prayers are my guiding star, and your love is a light that will never go out.
I love you, Mom. Always. ππ π /sense
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