I usually don’t cry. I don’t show my emotions. Of course, I feel happy or sad inside.
I feel joy and fulfillment watching my kids grow up. They changed my life. My first labor was incredibly painful, so I cried. But I forgot all about the pain when I saw my oldest daughter’s face. Now she is taller and stronger than me.
Photos by LILI
Your words carry the quiet strength of every mother’s journey. That moment you described, pain dissolving the instant you saw your daughter’s face, reminds us all of how love transforms suffering into something divine. Watching her grow taller and stronger than you is not just a measure of time, but of the life and values you have poured into her. A mother’s love is felt most deeply in these silent sacrifices that children often realize much later. Reading this feels like being reminded of where our first lessons in love truly come from, our mothers.
Time flies…Rohitash-san, Thank you very much. I read your latest article. I like it! 😊
Thank you Lili for this connect.
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