When I was a small girl,I can remember that when my mother was raparing something,every single time she asked me to grip the hammers,just because we would have a time for a chat with others.I never saw my mother drinking or taking a night out with the boys , all she did after work was taking care of her family. I grew up and left home for college and since them ,my mother had been calling. e every Sunday morning,no matter what. And when few years later I bought a house,my mother was painting it by herself for three days in the 80-degrees summer heat .
All she asked was to hold her paint brush and talk to her ,but in those day I was too busy ,did not find any time for a conversation with my mother. Three years ago,my mother was visiting me she spent many hours putting together a swing set for my daughter. she asked to be brings him a cup of tea and have a talk with her , but I had to prepare for a trip that weekend,so I didn't have time for and long conversation that days.One Sunday morning we had a cell phone talk as usual,I noticed that my mother had forgotten something that we discussed lately. I was in a bit hurry, so our conversation was short. Few hours later a call came on that day.My mother was in a hospital with an aneurysm. Immediately bought tickets for a flight and on my way I was thinking about all missed occasion to have a talk with my mother. By the time I have arrived to hospital , my mother had passed away. Now it was she who did not have time for a conversation with me I realized how little i knew about about my mother,her deepest thought and dream. After her death I learned much more about her ,and ever more about myself. All she ever asked me was my time. And now she has all my attention every single day

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