A short story that illustrates my relationship with my mother.
When I was younger, I remember that I would always argue with my mom over small things, but one day, the fight was pretty bad. She was telling me that she felt unappreciated, and I could see her tearing up. I lied in my bed crying, thinking about how much she’s done for me and how little I do for her in return.
I waited until the everyone was asleep, and crept into the living room. I ended staying up until four cleaning the entire house, and left a note on the counter saying, “I did this for you. Please don’t be hurt anymore. Love, Justin.”
And I just remember waking up to her crying and hugging me, and yeah. It really put it into perspective how hard my mom had it. I mean, I only cleaned a house, but she does so much more.
I love my mom.