One Day, I Became a Mother

On the day I died, I was reborn.

I had a sweet little child who called me Mother.

But how could someone as fragile as me take care of a child?

Still, when I saw his tiny hands, his soft cheeks, and his fluttering eyes like fallen leaves, I felt I had to try a little harder.

At the very least, I would wait until this child could face all of life's injustices and hardships on his own before I died.

Theme: Wanting those warm memories