You never realize how much your mother loves you till you explore the attic - and find every letter you ever sent her, every finger painting, clay pot, bead necklace, Easter chicken, cardboard Santa Claus, paperlace Mother's Day card and school report since day one.
The most sensitive, thoughtful, caring woman in the world, the most tender, gentle, loving mother with a huge heart of gold. The woman who has the autumnal skies in her eyes, and the sunny climes in her smile. Mother of mine who has kept every single photo, every sinlge report card, the first ever lock of hair, the first ever tooth... Mother of mine who can tell you the story of mine a million times and another million backwards, who can see deep into my soul with one look in my eyes and who knows every smile, every frown, every single shadow that has ever fallen across my face like the back of her hand. Mother of mine laughing my laughters, shedding my tears, hoping my hopes, varing my cares; always there to lend a helping hand and a shoulder to cry on.
Mother of mine, my dearest, I love you so much.
Thank you for giving me life.
Thank you for making me who I am today.
Thank you for loving me.
And thank you for being the most wonderful you.
Words by Sinem and photography by Suby
"Ars longa, vita brevis."
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