To the mother who cleans up vomit at 2 AM and still manages a smile. To the mother who sews the Halloween costume at 11 PM because she promised. To the mother who lets her child fail, then helps them stand back up. To the mother who has lost parts of herself to motherhood and is learning, slowly, to find them again.
If Hongcha03 is a writer:
Jun, seeing his mother weak for the first time, took the tea tin. With trembling hands, he mimicked her movements. He steeped the Hongcha. It wasn't as perfect as hers—the water was a bit too hot, the leaves a bit too bruised—but as Lin took the cup from her son, she felt a warmth that didn't come from the water. Mothers Love -Hongcha03-