My Mother: An Ocean of Compassion

 My Mother: An Ocean of Compassion  

A mother’s love for her children is an innate affection, one that is often undervalued simply because of its constancy. It may only become clear when we face a world devoid of warmth and overrun by hostility and bitterness, where the absence of love feels suffocating, like being deprived of the oxygen that sustains life.  

 My Mother: An Ocean of Compassion  

I came into this world as a flower blooming, nourished by the pure waters flowing from the ocean of my mother’s tenderness. For a long time, I believed all mothers were just like mine—much like a fish swimming its whole life in the sea, assuming every other home is like its own until it is pulled into foreign waters. Only then does it grasp the true value of its homeland. That was how I felt, breathing in the oxygen of love that filled not just our house but our entire environment. My mother’s love overflowed, reaching and enriching everyone around her. She was a wellspring of generosity, her compassion enveloping not just our family but also anyone who stepped into our home.  

I still vividly recall how one of my friends once wished my mother were hers, having been deprived of affection from her own. I was baffled by this because I had always assumed all mothers were as giving and kind-hearted as mine. My mother embodied generosity, kindness, and a willingness to initiate goodness wherever possible.

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