The sun began to beam on our foreheads as we got out of our car. My ankles were swollen from standing on them all day at work. I wanted to pick up a few items from the store for my daughter birthday party. I located aisle 5 where the party supplies were located. As I strolled down the aisle with my two briskly daughters in the basket, their eyes filled up with glazed. They began to jump for joy. My oldest daughter was about to be five years old. She was very excited. " Can I get some Barbie's plates and cups mom?", she asked. I nodded yes and placed them in the basket.After filling the basket with party supplies and snacks, I began to strolling to the card section. The minute I got on that aisle, it was as if I became hypnotized.My eyes began to fill up with tears as I looked over at the Mother's Day cards. This is going to be the first Mother's day without my mother. What was I going to do ?, I thought to myself. I always looked forward to purchasing a Mother's Day card for my mother. It was one way of expressing my feelings for her. I could no longer focus on the birthday party. My hands began to tremble as I picked up a card to read. Suddenly, minutes most have felt liked hours of me reading different Mother's Day cards. It was as if some forced had came in and tranquilized me. Whenever I began to come back to reality, I looked at my daughters in the basket. They were also enjoying the moment. My daughters who were two and five years old had opened up some of the party supplies . They also had a mouth filled with chocolate candy. As I looked at their innocent face covered with chocolate, I smiled thinking how wonderful it was to be a mother.

At last I had some time to relaxs to myself. I sat in the bathtub filled with bubbling water . The bathroom was filled with the aroma of strawberries lingering in the air. I closed my eyes and began to focus on the good memories of my mother. I began to visualized my mother's beautiful smile. I began to feel a sense of peace.

Finally, Mother's Day arrived . My daughters woke me up with a glimpse of smile on their face. They began yelling "Happy Mother's Day!" They handed me a card that they made from the daycare. I embrace them with a big hug.I for once felt what I suppose my mother felt on Mother's Day. I glanced up to the sky with a smile. And I whispered Happy Mother's Day mom, I LOVE YOU.

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