My mother

It has in all these years, never once struck m to think of a candle burning as self sacrifice. Its true, and quite symbolic.
Maybe that thought never occurred to me because self sacrifice always evokes in me, the image of a mother carrying a child. Is I because I’m very attached to my mother? Is it because I acknowledge that she has sacrificed enormous amounts of every quantity? Is it because of my fear that I may never be able to repay the debt of birth? Is it because of my guilt arising from my eternal debt to her?
My mother has forever been the most central figure in my life. She has bee there forever and I though I do not admit to anyone (even myself) that I miss her at university do I secretly do? All my actions can be traced back to her. All my goals in life are just attempts to repay her kindness – to make her life even infinitesimally happier, pleasant.
May I achieve this feat soon.

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