He woke up with a big smile on his face . It
was mother's day . It was all planned in his mind . He hurried to the kitchen
and started preparing the usual breakfast he always prepares for her in this
occasion.
He started boiling the water and went to the
garden , he was not walking , he was almost dancing . When he reached there ,
he picked a red rose , his mother's favorite , put it in a vase and put it on
the tray.
Looking at the flower , he remembered the morning
of his first job interview , he was scared and terrified and he thought that he
did his best to hide it , but as usual , she understood him and on his way to
get out of the house , she hugged him and gave him a rose .
'Don't worry , you will do great God willing
. Take this flower , and while it is with you, remember that your mom is
praying for you.'
He told her that he is no longer a child and
she was exaggerating , but he ended up keeping the flower in his hand until he
entered the office for the interview.
While cutting the cheese , he cut his finger
, he put his hand under water to stop the bleeding . He smiled , thinking of
all the mornings his mother spent by his bed while he was sick , tired or even
depressed.
The breakfast was ready , he opened all the
windows of the house , he wanted to be full of light and walked to her room.
A flashback of the morning after … after the
girl whom he was in love with traveled and he was sure that she won't come back
. He stayed in his room and kept the windows closed , even though it was
morning , his room was as dark as night with no moon , he never told her that
he was in love , but a mother's heart never misses. She knew deep inside that
his heart was broken . She got in the room , and opened the windows and told
him :"Let the light into your room
, into your life my dear son . We all pass through stages where we lose
people or things that mean a lot to us , but life has to go on , and in order
to keep living it , we need it to be full of happiness, full of mornings.
"
With every step , with every second of that
morning , he remembered all the mornings he spent with her . Every smile ,
every prayer , every tear , every hug , every discussion , every secret , every
feeling he had with her .
He opened the door , put the tray on the bed
, got down on his knees and started crying .
The bed was empty …..
'I miss you my mother …. Oh God , I really
miss you '
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