I tried to think of a story, Mom. Something that depicts who you are and what you mean to me. And, I couldn’t come up with just one.
You have been there for me in good times and bad, sickness and health. You have taken the brunt of my bad mood, listened to me, and cheered on. You have laughed at the situations with me. You have been vexed at my predicaments with me. You have been hurt for me.
You have always taken care of me, and I selfishly expected to be cared by you. Someday, I will be able to repay a bit, I hope. And so our journey continues.
Thank you for being my Mom.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Journey.”