Strength O'Mother

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I was comfortable enough until I heard a screech from my mother, she was uneasy and obviously in pains. I sat up, unplugged the earpiece I had on and wondered what had gotten so deep into my super mum. She stood, moving her head back and forth, lamenting while I kept wandering in perplexity.

I could not help, I sat staring as she repeated her lamentations overly. Of all, I picked
"Oh God, I don't want to die".

Die? I shook with fear and anxiety. I was scared and worried, but I wondered, probably she was only pretending, because I know how strong and agile my mother can be. I sat on, making empty recommendations and utterances for the fear of losing her...

"Die?

No one said you were dying, you only need to rest"

"Rest?
I will be fine, just get the balm"

She replied.

What can I do?
Nothing...

I could not help nor could I massage. Oh! I did nothing but watch my mother struggle alone, slapping and squeezing her back until she felt the fight was good enough and the pain, as good as gone.

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I looked at my mother, agile as the lion, yesterday seemed so untrue for today she beamed like she knew no pain. Again it's a new day to struggle, a new day to be the Super hero she had always been. Again she was ready to save the day.

Dear mother how do you do it?