The World is Hidden in My Mother's Eyes

I was still a small child. I think I was 9-10 years old. My mother got sick and needed surgery, but I wasn't ready for it at all. At that age, you don't have enough ideas about surgery or death. That's why I had a hard time understanding and accepting this situation. In short, I was a kid who had a lot of questions in his head that he didn't know the answer to. The most frightening of these questions was: “Is my mother going to die?”

In fact, life is a combination of many possibilities. We live our lives as a result of hundreds of possibilities coming together every day.

I have never forgotten the day my mother had surgery. My father put me in the car and took me to the hospital. My mother waved to me from the window of her hospital room. That day, I did not understand why we did not go to my mother, waited in the hospital garden. After a while, my aunt brought me a huge chocolate and said that my mother had sent it.

I didn't eat the chocolate that day because it might have been the last thing my mom gave me. Thinking about it made me sad, but I didn't cry because no one was crying. My mother was going to have surgery the next morning and I couldn't stay with her. My aunt said that the doctor uncles at the hospital did not allow young children to stay there.

That day, while my aunt was staying with my mother, we returned home with my father. When I went to bed at night, I remember praying to God: “Lord, if you take my mother with you, I will never eat chocolate again. I will always keep this chocolate, I will not eat it, but I will be offended by you.”

I guess I was taking the courage from the purity of my childhood's heart to say these things to God.

Then I remember crying. My pillow was so wet that I had to turn the other side. Who would have thought that so many tears could flow from such small eyes?

That night, I thought that love might be limited, and I stopped loving my girlfriend at school. I thought that I should love my mother the most, if I love someone else, my love for my mother will decrease. I was a little kid after all.

Most of all, I thought of my mother's beautiful eyes. I thought about my mother's eyes so much that the whole world fit into those beautiful eyes. It was as if the whole world was hidden in my mother's lakes.

I loved only my mother until morning that night and prayed to God a lot. In fact, that night I may have discovered what it means to truly love. I am who I am today because of the strong feelings I had for my mother that night. That's why I know how to love well. I understand well the importance of making the person I love happy and valuing them. At least I hope to be such a person.

My mother's surgery was successful and she recovered quickly. My mother's health is very good even now. The whole family can say we are healthy. Thank God…

I think everyone should understand the value of their family well. We must show our love before we lose them. Of course, this also applies to all our loved ones.

Come on, do something nice tonight and hug your loved ones tight. Tell them how much you love them or do little things to make them happy.

And stay with love. Hope to see you…