When I see adult daughters with their mothers, my heart swells with joy and simultaneously aches with sadness.
I long for what they have, for what they share.
This isn’t a longing born of spite or envy, but one that sits deep in my soul.
I yearn for the strong bond that ties them together.
I want the mutual love they share.
I crave the joy of their interactions, their lively conversations, their radiant smiles, their gentle touches.
I look at them and smile, lost in the cherished memories I shared with my own Mom -- back to a time when we had what they have.
I grieve, knowing I will never experience that again.
I hope they both feel gratitude for this simple yet loving moment, and I hope they treasure every moment they have together.
I hope their bond endures through life's hardships.
I hope they recognize the beauty of these moments together, how everything feels right and good with the world because they have each other.
More than anything, I hope they know these seemingly ordinary moments are, in truth, extraordinary.
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