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Talking about my mother
I remember my mother’s bible, the way she reads it every night and comes to me with the passion of the young. It’s her young spirit who talks when she walks into my room in the bloom of her spiritual life and tells me stories she had read trying to teach me matters of moral and justice. She hasn’t been always the sweet woman she is now, there were times sadness drowned her and emptiness drained her, hurting us, hunting us, times no more difficult than nowadays but still there she is for me now, reminding me what real and uninterested love is. She is my last connection to the real world in the end of every sixth month, when I’m obsessed with the light of my screen like a moth. Her words are subtle wisdom, far away from hedonism, more like a severe criticism, her words transpire passion, the one that commands action, the one which seems to run in blood traction, nothing that surprise me here because she is my example of inner strength. I saw her far away the other day, wondering how fast time is running out, a terrible thought for a son I may say, one that makes my stomach roll, one that makes my hand roll around hers, like holding her from heaven and just enjoying for now the simplest things of the day such as a walk or a simple talk.
She has taught me that honesty is a gift for who we love, but dishonesty is a treason, she has taught me I should keep going even if I don’t know how to; her eyes reflect humility and great dignity, her words often makes you realize how much love she has for his God and the dedication she offers him. Have you ever feel in debt with someone? Have you ever feel you must be the greatest you can be for someone else? It may be the way people feels about a son or a daughter, it may be the way I empathize with her. I remember me visiting her room, sawing her under the light reading her bible or just singing, those images I will keep them forever. Her wrinkles have come with her naive questions, the ones parents do when they no longer understand the young ones, or the T.V. remote control, my mother is a great woman for what she has fought for, for her sons and daughters.
