I can't relate to people's hardworks before. Their struggles to strive. Their tiredness from working all day. Their sweat coming out from their body due of responsibilities. I can't relate, it's because I don't have an experience. But now, every time I look at my hands, I remember my mom. I saw her hands and yes she was using those hands to strive everyday. To feed me well. To send me to school. To pay our bil her ls. To buy our needs. I can't forget that there were times, I saw her hands having some small cuts. I felt so guilty at those times but she'll just say that she's fine. I'm so in love with her. I don't care about other people. I didn't even had a chance to do what mostly a child can do, like making so much more childhood friends and play. Even at school. BUT THOSE WERE THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE. A boring, silent person for others. Sick to meet people. It's already adequate for me to have my mom and having best moments with her. But it is all just a memoirs. Now, I can already feel what hardwork really is. I already experiencing the pressure to do my responsibilities. My hands, yes of course, I use these to strive, like what my mom was doing for me. So many things had changed. It's not like before. I am proud being raised by those hands. Those hands were perfect, for it was touching my hair to make me fall asleep like everything is okay, because I knew, I have my needs and one of them is her. You are always in my heart. Alive, beautiful and forever. I love you so much mom and I miss you :(: ♡
A full moon from afar is a reflection of the Earth. Where sunlight hits the planet to unsee it at day as darkness does and when the sun sets you can see the beauty of it. Its nightlight, phases and beauty how ethereal it could be.