When was the last time you feel you’re loved? Was it last month? Last week? Yesterday?
Well, if you stay on your own, and only get to meet your parents once in a blue moon, you’d probably feel the same way as I do.
My mother came to visit recently and after she left, she left many
acts of love in the house during her brief stay while I was out for a
quick massage. She managed to make black fungus drink for me before I
hurried out of the house.
The clothes were washed and hung (the way she hang is different from mine), dried ones are taken down from the hangers and folded neatly (the way she hang and kept the hangers are also different from mine), the piles of folded clothes on the bed are re-folded neatly, the pot and bowl (used for making black fungus drink) are washed..
Never mind all the differences, the fact is, no matter how old she
is, one must be truthful and honest to say, a mother’s love for a daughter is never the same as compared to a
daughter-in-law. If not, she must be a true gem.
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