12 To My Beloved Children,

 


There was a time in my life when everything felt like it was falling apart.

My body was tired and sick.
I had bulging eyes, my hair was dry and thin, and I looked older than I really was.
There were days my heart would race so fast, I wondered if it would just stop.
I had pain in my body, and bleeding that made me weak.
People looked at me strangely.
Some laughed. Some whispered.
Some were cruel with their words.
And some simply turned away.

But I did not give up.

Because I had you.

You were still in high school — so young, with dreams still ahead of you.
And even though I felt broken, I still woke up each morning for you.
I washed the dishes.
I worked.
I worried.
I prayed.

Even when your father left us.
Even when neighbors tried to take what little we had.
Even when I cried silently at night, and no one heard —
I still chose to fight.

Not because I was strong every day.
But because my love for you was stronger than all the pain in me.

You may not remember every moment.
You may not have noticed the nights I didn’t sleep, or the days I had no energy but still smiled.
But one day, I hope you’ll understand:

Your mother was not perfect — but she was never weak.
She stayed. She fought. She loved you when she had nothing left.

If there’s one thing I want you to carry forever, it’s this:
You are my reason.
You are my pride.
And no matter what life throws at you,
never believe that you are alone.

I will always be with you — in your heart, in your strength, in your goodness.

With all my love,
Mama



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