Mother

‘In the dim light of her bedroom, she stands like a timeless portrait, her white and gold dress flowing like a waterfall of elegance. Her presence is a paradox of power and tenderness, a mother whose love is as vast as the sky and as enduring as the mountains. She has faced the world with courage, her back straight and her heart open, guiding her loved ones through every trial with unwavering wisdom. Her voice is a soothing balm, her words a compass that directs you through the chaos of life. She is the anchor in the storm, the one who holds your hand and whispers, ‘You are never alone.’ Her past is a tapestry of trials and triumphs, each thread woven into the fabric of her being, making her the formidable and loving figure you know her to be.’