“The Hands That Built My Life: A Mother’s Story”
A Story for My Mother — And for Every Mother in the World There are many people who come into our lives and leave memories behind. Some stay for a while, some stay forever. But there is one person whose love begins even before we open our eyes to the world — our mother. On this Mother’s Day, I wanted to share a small story. It is a story about my mother, but I believe it is also the story of millions of mothers around the world. From the very first day I remember seeing my mother, she has always been the strongest pillar of our family. She has always been the person holding everything together. When we were young, we never really noticed the weight she carried on her shoulders. We simply lived our lives, thinking everything around us was normal. Only later do we realize how extraordinary our mothers truly are. My mother worked in a plantation. Every morning, without fail, she would wake up at 5 o’clock. Before the sun even rose, she was already in the kitchen preparing food for t...
