A Mother’s Love

A Mother’s Love

Sunday 5:39 PM

A mother’s love knows no bounds. When we had nothing, my mom lived with me in my tiny dorm room at Harvard. And when I moved to Silicon Valley after graduation, we slept on the floor in sleeping bags so I could chase a crazy dream and launch my 1st startup. We ate frozen microwave meals that cost $1.50 each.┬áDuring those times, we would often talk about our dreams. One of her biggest dreams in life was to live in New York City. Even though it seemed impossible at the time, I promised my mom that I would buy her a place one day in the Big Apple.

Years later, when I first made some money, I spent it all on a dream condominium in the heart of New York City as a surprise gift for my mom. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and I opened the door to her new home to give her a tour. She was speechless before breaking down in tears. She finally had a sense of inner peace after so many years without a home to call her own. My eyes watered with tears as I hugged my mom tightly, thanking her for her unconditional love, support, and belief. Our family had suffered through a lot, but my mom was always our hero.

I still count that day as one of the happiest moments of my life. We don’t make a life by what we earn. We make a life by what we give. Life might be full of suffering and tragedy, but it is also full of beauty and love.



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