A few days ago, I was strolling down a quiet street in a happy mood.
I had just eaten, to my satisfaction, which was very rare.
I was just grinning, whistling one highlife tune, with my hands in my pockets, and my feet doing the task my brain sent out to it in a lazy, rhythmic motion.

I turned down a street,and as I walked by, I overheard a mother admonishing her son.
"This coming June, be very serious. We're already six months into the year. Always work very hard. No matter what happens, just keep working hard.
Remember that you're the only son, so you have to make your family proud by working very hard"

I smiled as I walked past the house I could hear the voice coming from.

"A mother's love".
That was the first thing that entered my mind.
I smiled at the thought.
Then another came in...