The Warmth of Mom's Hand

When I returned home after my busy classes, a wave of gratitude and comfort washed over me the moment I stepped inside. I had missed my mother’s warm smile and my father’s thoughtful advice so much. As soon as I tasted the food, I realized how badly I needed this break. I finally felt free from the rush of bells and the pressure of subjects.

I picked up my phone and messaged my friends about my arrival. Later, I went to the ground and met my old classmates and friends. After spending some time with them, I came back home to rest.

I woke up to the sound of my mother getting my sister ready for school. She brought me a cup of tea. As I drank it and helped her with the chores, I noticed the happiness on her face. After finishing everything, we went out together.

We arrived at the beach. When we reached the water, a cool breeze welcomed us, and my mother held my hand. A gentle wave touched our feet, and she smiled. At the start of this trip, I thought about how busy my life had become. But now, I understand my mother better—she works day and night just like me, taking care of the home and the children. For us, home feels like a calm place, but maintaining that calmness is a hard job.