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Mom,
I’m sitting at my desk, and suddenly I miss you. It’s not a special day—no birthday, no Mother’s Day—just a quiet evening. I realize I’ve never properly thanked you. So, here it is.
Thank you for the mornings. For all those years of packed lunches, neatly ironed uniforms, and your sleepy smile as you waved me off. The sandwiches were sometimes simple, but they were always made with your hands. You got up early while the world was still dark, and I never said thank you.
Thank you for the patience. For teaching me how to tie my shoes, even when I got it wrong ten times. For helping me with math homework that made us both frustrated, but you never gave up. For listening to my endless stories about school friends and silly dreams. You made me feel like my words were important.
Thank you for the strength. I’ve seen you tired after long days, worried about bills, or caring for grandma when she was sick. But you always kept going. You showed me what resilience looks like—not in big speeches, but in quiet actions. You taught me that love is often a verb, something you do every day.
Thank you for the small things. The way you remember how I like my tea. The notes you left in my textbook when I was stressed for exams. Your laugh when we watch old comedies together. These are the threads that weave the fabric of my happiest memories.
I know I don’t say it enough. Sometimes, I get busy or take you for granted. But today, I want you to know: I see you. I see all that you’ve done and all that you are. Your love is my first home, the safe place I carry in my heart wherever I go.
So, thank you, Mom. For everything. For being my first friend, my forever teacher, and my anchor.
With all my love,
Your Child