I never tell my mom ---
Her love and care keep me charged up miles apart.
I feel her presence--
Every time I try to be tolerant like her;
Every time I eat the pickles that she made and sent with me;
Every time I use her hand-made spice powders that somehow,as if by magic recreate the aroma and taste of her cooking;
Every time I look at the mirror;
Every time I look at the little pics of God that she has stuffed wherever there is space in my baggage...:D ;
Every time I try to do the little things that make her happy;
Every time I realize what a lot of qualities she has passed on to me.... :D
Love you, ma.
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