One day, I had a sudden pain on my back; I couldn’t even move or talk. When evening came, the pain got worse. There were pile of dishes and housework to do but I had to lie down on bed. Though I tried to go to sleep, I couldn’t. It was difficult to lie either on my back or sideways because my back hurt. Later, I even started to cough and had fever as well.
When I moaned in pain alone, my mother came across my mind. I was almost in sleep, thinking of my mother who used to nurse me by my side, putting on wet towel on my forehead, then I felt cold wet towel covering my forehead. It was my older daughter.
She saw me sick, came to my side, put on a wet towel over my head, and even massaged my legs and even the sole of my foot with her tiny hands. I shed tears of gratitude. She’s only sixth grade in elementary school, but she has become mature enough to take care of her mom. When my little daughter saw her older sister taking care of me, she also came to my side and tucked me in bed, patting me.
I thanked God for giving me these beautiful daughters; I felt Heavenly Mother was taking care of me through them. I also thought of how much Mother’s back and Her feet must hurt, laboring for Her spiritual children. At this thought, tears dropped as I was sorry. I give endless thanks to Mother for allowing a warm day that I could feel family’s love, thinking of Mother’s labor and sacrifice. Mother, I love You.