After years of questioning and searching for answers deep within, she discovered that she felt nothing towards her parents. No love warmed her heart for them, and no longing disturbed her days. After diving deep into her emotions, she confronted this painful truth and asked herself the question she had long avoided: Why? The sorrow gnawed at her as she faced this bitter reality, and the thought of whether this fate would also befall her children weighed heavily on her.
She wept bitterly, feeling the anguish of not being able to love her mother, and she returned to the past, seeking answers. In silent contemplation, she wondered, "Did you truly love me, Mother? Were you just feeding and nourishing me without holding me close? Why can't I remember a single kiss from your lips or my father's?" These were the thoughts that ran through her mind as she wiped away her tears.
And perhaps, after this long search, she finally found the answer she had been waiting for.
**Note:** This text was originally written in my native language and then translated into English.
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So deep and heartfelt when reading. Stay safe with many blessings!!!!!!!!
This was so poignant and emotional. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️