Back in 2002, my mom waited for my exams to get completed to undergo a surgery, just so that I wouldn't get distracted. She bore the pain for months until I got free.
Recently, she waited for me to open our new gas stove, despite the trouble she had been facing with our older stove.
There is no comparison between these two incidents in terms of the intensity of trouble she had to face. But the abundant love that created these precious little moments for me is irreplaceable.
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