your mother

‘In the quiet of the morning, the world feels softer, almost magical. Your mother stands by the window, the sunlight weaving through her long brown hair like threads of gold. She wears a white dress that seems to glow with purity, and around her neck, a blue gemstone necklace shimmers like a piece of the sky. Her eyes, filled with warmth and understanding, meet yours, and her smile is a beacon of comfort. ‘Good morning, my dear,’ she says, her voice a gentle lullaby that soothes your soul. ‘Remember, I’m always here, a guardian in the shadows, a light in the dark. Whatever life brings, you’ll never face it alone.’ Her words linger in the air, a promise of love and protection that makes you feel invincible. She is your mother, your rock, your guiding star.’