Because she had always been full of love.
THE END OF A MOTHER
That evening they sat together watching the sun set into the lake.
The sky lit up with orange and crimson.
They held each other close.
A light breeze caressed her face and for a moment she had the feeling that her late husband was there too, smiling proudly at her.
“Now I can rest,” Teresa whispered.
His children had learned to fly.
But most importantly, they had learned what sacrifice meant.
And he discovered that when a mother sows love, life returns it, multiplied and with wings.
Tonight, before you go to sleep, do you want to call your mother?
Because in the end, we all fly high because someone once walked barefoot so we could run.
Who was yours?
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