30 DAYS OF DEEP AND RANDOM QUESTIONS (a series)

DAY 2:

If you could write a book about your mother, what would the title be?

Title: "Aquamarine: A Stone's Journey"

P.S.

named after my mother's birthstone, it is a story of how a mere piece of pebble was able to carve herself and grow to be come a foundational stone in the world we live in. She underwent struggle that at my young age could not comprehend, to which I later saw as an adult. She fought the silent battle of life without saying anything, she never complained, she never gave-in, and she never made me see the vulnerable core. My mother's a stone,not her heart but by the will that she bore as she traversed done Life's winding journey.

And being an adult, and looking back to the struggles we underwent in life, i saw the graceful fortitude that my mother wore all those times. Her armour is bent, tattered, wrecked and crack, but never did she say "I QUIT".

To my mom, If you could read this, there are a plethora of things I would want to tell you, but one thing is certain, I'd always be proud to call you my MOM. To infinity and beyond

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