Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.
A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she’d just make enough for 16 and only serve half.
I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.