Even now, I can smile remembering the mornings with my mom. She had this playful way of tricking me into thinking I could sleep in.
“Tomorrow, we wake up late, ok?” she’d say. And I’d nod, happy for the promise of a slow morning.
But come the next day, I’d be greeted by the aroma of her sambar simmering, soft thosai on the griddle and a special ghee thosai just for me.
I’d tease her, “Someone told me we could wake up late!” and she would smile, a smile that last longer by holding back her laughter…😊😂
Those mornings weren’t just about food or routine, they were about love, care and little acts that made ordinary days feel magical.
Even now, a year without her, I feel her warmth in those memories, in every laugh, every taste, every gentle nudge of love.
Little moments, big love. Mom, you’re always with me. ❤️✨❤️
What little moments from your mornings make you smile?
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