When I saw my wife, eight months pregnant, standing alone at the sink doing dishes at ten at night, I called my three sisters and said something that made everyone fall silent. But the most intense reaction… came from my own mother.

were exactly the things I fell in love with. I loved the softness in her voice, the gentle rhythm in the way she spoke. I loved how she truly listened before responding, instead of just waiting for her turn. I loved her smile—small, steady, reassuring—that reached her bright green eyes even when she was exhausted or things were falling apart.

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