Mom, you are my superhero...

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How was your weekend? For me it was very enjoyable, because as usual it passed by my dear family, in my mother's garden, in the mornings under the gentle rays of the autumn sun, we spent hours talking to my mother and taking care of her fallen flowers and plants. The evenings were spent in their warm home, with mom's delicious dinners, while the starry sky above our heads could easily be seen through the window.

Last night, one of my high school friends, invited me and my husband to her house for dinner. My mother asked me which friend invited you, I said someone, but you don't know her, because in high school we were just classmates, and as far as I can remember I didn't say anything about her. My mother said, "Isn't that girl who was like this and was like that ?!" Me: "what...?! Mom, how do you know her?" Mom: "What did you think, my daughter, I knew all your classmates, you were classmates for 4 years, I knew all of them perfectly."

It was very interesting to hear this from my mother, I just realized how much she cared about me and those around me and even my classmates during those teenage years, while I didn't understand at all. A mother who herself would leave home very early in the morning, to work, and come home tired at night, all she could do was prepare our food for tomorrow. And then as soon as she sat down, she fell asleep from exhaustion, until the next morning. With all this busyness and all this tiredness, how she cared about her children, their lessons and school, their friends and their personal life.

When I look at myself, I can never be as selfless as my mother, and care for my loved ones, which is why I have so far avoided having children, because I have always been afraid to take responsibility for it, I can never be like my mother.

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Even since I was a baby, my mom has always worked two shifts. She takes me to a baby sitter, she was a cute old lady, my mom explains that once it snowed, and I was in the old lady's arms, she fell to the ground and broke her arms and legs, even though I was in her arms, I didn't even cry, and laughed at this lady who fell to the ground, that innocent old woman broke all her bones to take care of me... I hope her soul is at peace, she was a kind and responsible old woman...

I remember when I first went to school, when my mother would come home at night, I would cry all the time, that the mother of all my classmates would look for their children to school, I would like my mother to come to school like them, and we go home together, I would just cry, and say I don't want school bus, I want my mom.

I remember the first grade of elementary school when someone had to dictate to us, I wrote the dictations myself, and once I was very creative, I wrote under it with the same childish line instead of my mother: Well done, my sweet daughter... 😂

Since I was in the fifth grade of school, in the summer when I didn't go to school, my mother used to write me recipes on a piece of paper, and when I woke up in the morning, I would go to the kitchen and cook according to my mother's instructions. Until my mom comes home at night, don't go to the kitchen anymore, and spend more time with me.

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When my mother was home I was at peace, but when she wasn't there I felt insecure, when my mother was home the house was full of heat and light, but when she wasn't home the house was soulless and cold. When mom was home the house was full of noise and excitement, but when she wasn't there the house was completely silent and dark. When mom was home, there was always the smell of good food, but when she wasn't, there was no smell in the house. When my mother came home, she brought me peace, laughter, warmth and happiness.

Until the age of 28 years old, when I got married, my mom had a work schedule that she was going out the house early in the morning and was coming at night, and me, like that first-grader school girl, was still waiting for night to hear my mom's footsteps coming. Finally, at the age of 28 years old, when I got married and went to my home, my mother retired just a few months later, and stayed in the house forever, but now I was no longer waiting for her in the home, now I was no longer waiting for her footsteps to be heard in the house...

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