While reviewing my report for tomorrow and going over my lessons for an upcoming test, a familiar feeling crept in.
I couldn’t stop thinking about my mother.
No matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept wandering back to her.
I sighed, pushed my books and papers to the side, and grabbed my cellphone.
After two failed attempts to call her, the third one finally went through—maybe the signal had returned.
"Hello, lang? Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
Her voice was soft but tinged with the sleep I must have interrupted.
"Later, Ma. I still have something to do," I replied, trying to sound casual.
"Do you have an exam tomorrow?" she asked, concern already evident in her voice.
"Yes, Ma. We have a test tomorrow, and I also have reporting to do,"
I answered, leaning my back against the cool wall of my room, feeling the weight of the night on my shoulders.
The conversation flowed effortlessly from there.
We talked about everything and nothing, her familiar voice slowly easing the tension in my chest.
The exhaustion I had been carrying started to fade, and for a while, it was as though I was home with her.
I missed her so much. I missed *them*—my whole family. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to go home.
But reality called me back. I had work to finish, and I had to snap out of the momentary comfort.
"Ma? I’ll call you again tomorrow, okay? I still have to finish my report."
I slowly shifted back into the present, my responsibilities waiting.
"Okay, lang, take care over there. And don’t forget to pray," she reminded me, and I couldn’t help but smile.
"Yes, Ma. You all take care there too. I love you." My heart ached a little at the thought of hugging her, wishing I could hold her close.
"Yes, lang, I love you too," she replied. Those words never failed to warm my heart.
As I ended the call, a tear escaped and rolled down my cheek.
I tried to wipe it away, but the floodgates had opened.
I sat there, overwhelmed with gratitude.
What had I done to deserve such a blessing from God?
How did I become so lucky to have a mother so understanding, so loving, so kind?
Tears continued to fall, but this time they weren’t out of sadness—they were tears of thankfulness.
"Thank you, Lord," I whispered softly, my heart swelling.
"Thank you for blessing me with a mother like her. For all the love You’ve poured into my life."
I couldn’t ask for anything more than the love I had received from her.
I dried my eyes, feeling lighter and at peace, ready to tackle the rest of my tasks. But my heart was full, brimming with the love that only a mother could give.
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Bukan FiksyenLife often presents itself as a series of hurdles, each one taller than the last. These hurdles, though daunting, are not meant to break us but to shape us into who we are meant to be. It is through our darkest nights that we gain the strength to fa...
