🔥 Chasing Dreams While Burning the Midnight Oil 🔥
I’ve seen her.
Every single day.
Doing everything for everyone… and almost nothing for herself.
She’s the reason I am who I am.
She’s the reason I know what strength, selflessness, and unconditional love look like in human form.
My mom started working when I was just two.
Since then, she’s run our home single-handedly — cooking, cleaning, raising us, and managing a full-time job.
My father was always a great help, but there’s something about her — she’s truly the engine of our family.
Her day starts at 4:30 a.m.
She gets ready, does her pooja, packs all our tiffins, cooks breakfast and lunch, wakes us up, gets us dressed —
…and most days, doesn’t even get time for a single sip of tea.
At 7:30, she leaves for school.
Her classes go till 2 p.m., but she doesn’t stop there.
She takes on day-boarding duties — just to earn a little extra, so we could live a little better.
All this, while wearing the same sarees and suits for years — because she never bought anything for herself.
She returns by 5 p.m., and guess what? Students are already waiting for tuition.
She teaches them. Then again heads to the kitchen.
Dinner, dishes, clothes — her to-do list never ends.
One of her most beautiful (and heartbreaking) habits?
If we ever mentioned something we wanted — she’d never forget.
Even if she didn’t have the money at that moment, that little wish would keep spinning in her mind.
And when the salary arrived, before doing anything else — she’d fulfill that wish.
I’ve seen her walk to school and back just to save money… so she could buy us something we asked for.
Even now, when she’s growing older, she still puts us first. Always.
Sometimes I feel life hasn’t given her even 10% of what she deserves.
She’s done so much for so many — and rarely asked for anything in return.
But I want the world to know:
She deserves everything.
Every bit of happiness, all the love, all the peace.
She’s the prettiest, the strongest, the most intelligent, and the most selfless person I know.
And through her, I learned what real love looks like.
Unconditional. Unshakable. Unmatched.
To my mother — my forever superwoman.
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