—Mommy… I don't want you to work anymore!!! I can hardly see you. 😥

When you leave… I stay asleep.

And when you come back… I'm already asleep again.

On your days off…

you don't have the energy to play with me.

I think that job is stealing from you.

It steals your laughter.

It steals your time.

Sometimes… I even feel angry about that job.

Because it takes away from you…

everything.

The mother swallowed hard.

Her soul dropped to the ground.

She wanted to explain… but her voice trembled.

—Little one…

I work so that you never lack anything.

So that you have food, clothes, school…

so that you have a future.

The boy looked at her with those eyes that only children have:

those that dismantle,

that ask without speaking,

that say everything… without knowing it.

I just want to have you close.

It doesn't matter if there's soup or cookies…

if you're with me, I'm happy.

And then she understood him.

She didn't say it with words.

But she felt it with her whole body:

💔 She was losing her son… while trying to give him everything.

And he… just wanted his mom.

The next day she didn't go to work.

Not the next one either.

She searched, fought, changed.

Because a mother who loves… finds ways where others see closed doors.

Today they have fewer luxuries…

but more hugs.

Fewer toys…

but more laughter.

✨ To all those women who are also fathers.

Who get up without desire, but with love.

Who break into a thousand pieces, but do not stop giving.

My eternal respect.

If you had a mother like that…

honor her today.

Because there are sacrifices that no one sees…

but that gave you everything you are.

Thank you MOM 🌹♥️🫂