m. Once, I came home heartbroken from a failed exam, ready to hear lectures. Instead, ssitation in his voice when he asked if I’d like to share his umbrella, the way he memorized my favorite ice cream flavor. We never said “I love you,” but that unspoken warmth taught me that some feelings are too precious to be confined by words. They live in the pauses, the glances, and the quiet certainty that someone sees you—truly sees you—for the first time.​A Mother’s Silence​My mother has never been one for long speeches. Her love resides in the steam of morning porridge, the folded clothes left on my chair, the way she stays up late when I’m out, a dim light burning in the living room. Once, I came home heartbroken from a failed exam, ready to hear lectures. Instead, ssitation in his voice when he asked if I’d like to share his umbrella, the way he memorized my favorite ice cream flavor. We never said “I love you,” but that unspoken warmth taught me that some feelings are too precious to be confined by words. They live in the pauses, the glances, and the quiet certainty that someone sees you—truly sees you—for the first time.​A Mother’s Silence

m. Once, I came home heartbroken from a failed exam, ready to hear lectures. Instead, ssitation in his voice when he asked if I’d like to share his umbrella, the way he memorized my favorite ice cream flavor. We never said “I love you,” but that unspoken warmth taught me that some feelings are too precious to be confined by words. They live in the pauses, the glances, and the quiet certainty that someone sees you—truly sees you—for the first time.​
A Mother’s Silence​
My mother has never been one for long speeches. Her love resides in the steam of morning porridge, the folded clothes left on my chair, the way she stays up late when I’m out, a dim light burning in the living room. Once, I came home heartbroken from a failed exam, ready to hear lectures. Instead, ssitation in his voice when he asked if I’d like to share his umbrella, the way he memorized my favorite ice cream flavor. We never said “I love you,” but that unspoken warmth taught me that some feelings are too precious to be confined by words. They live in the pauses, the glances, and the quiet certainty that someone sees you—truly sees you—for the first time.​
A Mother’s Silence

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