She went through pain a lot but she was standing tall and high like a beautiful tree. She would drop her tears just like the tree is dropping her leaves ,so they would stain the street with a beautiful trails and never let go.
Not to be forgotten ,they wanted to name her .
It was hard to find a name for her.
If they noticed tears she was shedding she would be named Mrs Tearfull .
If they felt pain she had in her heart she would be named Mrs Heartbroken.
If they knew how much she was bearing they would name her Mrs Humble.
According to sleepless nights she would be named Mrs Insomnia.
It was so so so hard to find name for her.
After all her pain, tears and bearing she remained nameless for a while…. till she decided once again to stand higher and taller then a tree. Kept dropping her tears like a tree drops her leaves and kept walking. But she couldn’t bear to stay nameless.
So one day she decided she would call herself just Mother. No Mrs, no title….just Mother.
The best decision anyone in the world has ever made.
Foto: Gjurmët e gjethit,Kings Road Chelsea