03/03/2023
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As I sat by my mother's bedside, holding her frail hand in mine, memories flooded my mind. I remembered the days when she would pick me up from school and we would talk about my day. I remembered the times when she would cook my favorite meals and we would eat together as a family. Those were the good times.
But as age caught up with my mother, things became more difficult. She started forgetting things and repeating herself. She couldn't walk as well and needed assistance with even the simplest tasks. It was tough to watch, but I knew I had to be there for her, just like she had always been there for me.
I remember the day when she fell and broke her hip. She had to have surgery and go through months of rehabilitation. It was a difficult time for both of us. I had to juggle taking care of her with my own work and personal life. But I knew it was the right thing to do. My mother had always put me first, and now it was my turn to do the same for her.
As I held her hand, I looked at her face and saw the lines and wrinkles that age had etched onto her skin. But despite the physical changes, I could still see the same love and warmth in her eyes. She had always been my rock, my support, my everything. And now it was my turn to be there for her, to be her support, her everything.
As I sat there, tears streaming down my face, I knew that tough times would come and go, but my love for my mother would always remain constant. And I would do whatever it takes to make sure she is comfortable and happy, just like she had done for me all those years ago.
Today marks the date I am completely debt-free. It certainly is a new chapter, as I get to help my mom without a worry. I can cook stews for her, I can wheel her around the park, and other things.
I love you mom.