A mother searching for affection

Those who respond to parental kindness with rebellion eventually reap a harvest of destruction and regret. Similarly, those who show goodness will never see their generosity lost before the Most Compassionate.  

 A mother searching for affection.  

One day, I stumbled upon a frail-looking woman with a pale, sallow face sitting beneath the shade of a tree. Her gaze caught my attention, drawing me toward her further with each look. I offered her a warm smile, and in return, a solitary tear escaped her eyes, charged with unspoken sorrow. She asked me to smile for her each time I happened to walk by. Curious, I asked about her story, hoping she’d confide in me. With a deep sigh from the recesses of her heart, she grasped my hand warmly as though preparing to unveil her hidden sorrow.  

Her voice trembled as she shared her pain—she had lost her son, the apple of her eye, the dream she nurtured for countless years. But everything was shattered by a single sentence—a wound deeper than any cut inflicted by a blade. "Leave and never return," her son coldly declared. "My wife and I have made our decision, and we’re in agreement."  

She recounted gazing at the very child she once nursed, the one for whom she had sacrificed her comfort and dignity, who became the center of her joy and pain. The son she had fed while enduring hunger herself, who brought light into her life during moments of hardship. She had endured for him, expected nothing back, never complained—everything for love and devotion. And yet, the dream she waited for evaporated in an instant. Her heart shattered under the weight of rejection harsher than any torment she could imagine.  

Her tears ceased to flow only because they became trapped in her eyes, frozen by unimaginable grief. Her soul torn apart within her fragile body left her feeling like a mere shadow—a forgotten shell—as though she'd become an orphaned child bereft of her anchor in life. In that unbearable quiet, she said it felt as though her spirit had died; only this hollow frame remained—abandoned and aimless.  

“I’ve just told you my story,” she concluded softly as tears finally overcame her stoic facade. It wasn’t only her heart weeping—I felt my chest tighten unbearably in shared agony. I struggled to find words of worth and sincerity to offer. “Mother,” I said earnestly, “will you not consider me your devoted daughter instead?”  

A smile emerged on her tear-soaked face, faint but filled with warmth. "You," she whispered, "have rekindled life within me." Pulling me close into an embrace full of unmatched warmth and affection, our tears blended into one shared experience, as our souls seemed to connect beyond words in that fleeting yet eternal moment.  

Joy returned to her countenance—a mother reborn through an unexpected bond—to gently dry the tears from my face. I urged her then: "Won’t you allow your spirit to live anew?"  

“How could I let it perish when your kindness has filled this world around me with hope?" she replied through trembling lips. "For years I searched fruitlessly for comfort, and now I've found it all in you."  

With those words, she shared her plans—to depart toward one final destination, a refuge for forgotten hearts seeking solace at life's rim.  

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“Please," I cried desperately, "don't leave me! I cannot bear your absence, mother."  

“You are my daughter—the one who restored my life when I thought it was gone forever,” she assured soothingly. "Every day or night—whether in reality or dreams—I will await your presence by my side again."  

She began to walk away softly but decisively toward her chosen path. Everything within me rebelled against the growing distance between us; I rushed after her, clutching her hand firmly, begging her to stay. Yet she remained resolute: "Let me go, my dear child. It’s time for me to embrace what lies ahead," she said with tender conviction. "Though late in life, I dreamed of raising someone like you—a dream unrealized after years too long to count. Yet here today, God has fulfilled my yearning within mere moments—a destiny divinely orchestrated.  

"Now let me go forth gracefully toward what awaits me."  

And so she departed with quiet determination into the future she embraced, leaving behind an indelible mark—a story carved deep into both of our souls forever intertwined.

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