I want to repay her for her sacrifice. I am overjoyed, imagining her sitting with my dad on the balcony of a fairy-tale house in idyllic Torusa. She listens then to the endless silence surrounding the neighborhood, sips coffee, feelingfeels a breath of happiness, and admires the thrushes flying between trees… Maybe you'll be there as her friend. We would be honored to give you a room where you could always stay.
Until recently, I couldn't comprehend how she cancould be such a wonderful woman and mother after what she had experienced. Now I understand that love is patient, and is kind. It does not dishonor others; rather, it keeps no record of wrongs. It always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres. Love never fails.
I would like to summarize these 350 words into three.: I love you, momMom.