Journal entry#11
My mom is my best friend.
She's wise beyond her years.
Today I came to her with tears.
I said, "mother why am I suffering."
I could hear her smile through the phone as she gently replied...
"Without suffering there would be no compassion."
I chucked through my tears and said, "Tell that to the ones who are currently suffering mom."
Her voice softened even more as she responded with so much love,
"Without suffering my sweet daughter how would we ever know joy?"
I love you mom
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
Journal entry#11
My mom is my best friend.
She's wise beyond her years.
Today I came to her with tears.
I said, "mother why am I suffering."
I could hear her smile through the phone as she gently replied...
"Without suffering there would be no compassion."
I chucked through my tears and said, "Tell that to the ones who are currently suffering mom."
Her voice softened even more as she responded with so much love,
"Without suffering my sweet daughter how would we ever know joy?"
I love you mom
Dedicated to my loving mother
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