I craved adventure and freedom, but it came at the cost of my mother’s tears. One night, after coming home late, my mom hid my car in her storage unit to teach me a lesson. I snuck in to retrieve it, but instead of my car, I found boxes with future gifts for my milestones—birthday, graduation, wedding. That’s when I realized she was preparing for a future without her. My mom was sick.
I wish I’d seen it earlier, that her worry was love. We spent her last months together, no more arguments, just moments of love. When she passed, I understood that love doesn’t end. It stays with you, piece by piece, just like the boxes she left for me. Hug your mom. Hold on tight. Love her while you can.
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