A smile made its way to my lips as we finally reached the countryside, it stretched before us like a great quilt of golden, brown and green squares. It always had a unique way of making me feel at peace, the blustering wind, the fresh air, the clear sky, the radiant sun, and the chanting of birds, it all seemed like a hymn sung straight to my soul. Plus, the people there were really simple and honest, never been interested in judging one another, didn’t even give a damn about politics, or had any diplomatic views, they didn’t care about anything that was outside of their little bubble, they dealt with life day by day, and their biggest concern was always getting bread to feed themselves and raising their children peacefully.
I parked the car in front of the house that witnessed the best of my childhood memories, the one I used to spend most of my summers in. I unbuckled my seatbelt with a smile and took a glance at my mother who was smiling at me without muttering a word. “What?” I questioned, looking at her with a smirk on my face,
“Nothing,” She shook her head, the smile never leaving her face. “But, it feels so good to see you smiling again.”
I really hated how much she had to be concerned for me, how she tolerated too many burdens for me especially in the last few days when I was the worst version of myself. My father died when I was in high school, and since that day, she was the only stability I had in this world, the only person who had my back and
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Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.
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ontrollably and bury my face into her shoulder and just continue to sob until my eyes have dried up and just sit there for a couple of minutes. When I finally lift my head up and look up into her eyes. She smiles gently, looking at my face, I close my eyes already know that my eyes are red and puffy and my makeup has to be coming down my face as I just cried my eyes out like Niagra Falls in the taxi.
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