I woke up from my peaceful slumber to the sound of a gentle voice calling out to me, coaxing me to rise and greet the day. The voice was soft and soothing, filled with warmth and tenderness. I couldn't help but wonder who could be speaking to me in such a loving manner.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of my mother sitting on the edge of my bed. Her presence brought an immediate sense of comfort and familiarity. Her face, usually radiant and full of life, now bore the marks of fatigue. Dark circles under her caring green eyes revealed the toll that work had taken on her. Her long, silky hair was pulled back into a messy bun, a clear sign of her exhaustion. Despite her weariness, she had made the effort to dress in a simple white shirt and jeans, trying to appear presentable for me. A smile formed on my face as I realized just how much I had missed her.
