Down on memory lane, I recalled having high fever at the age of nine. Mom tried keeping the temperature down by using a straw fan. That was close to midnight, the lights was off but her hand was still moving. The cool breeze did not stop my heart from moving too. I told mom, “It’s alright, I’m fine, don’t have to worry about me..”
I saw tears welling in her eyes, even though the room was dark, but I could feel her sobbing in the darkness.
Till today, I can recalled the moment we touched each others heart so much. So much so that the offer of her un-returnable warm light keeps beaming. Just like the rising sun, giving us warm without asking for any returns. Treat your mother well; treat mother’s nature well.
Happy Mother’s day!