For my Mother.

In honor of Mother's Day, I'm posting this simple paragraph I wrote recently in reflection of significant people in my life.

"My mother is the most hospitable person I know. If someone is new in our church, she invites them over for lunch. If someone does not have a place to stay, she offers them a bed. I have memories of my mother picking up strangers on the road who were carrying groceries and their child, and helping them to their home. My family lives in a very small house, but we have had different people live with us throughout my whole life. What I believe truly shows her generosity is not only giving to those she just meets, but caring for me selflessly even though I've been a part of her life for over 23 years. When I would spend late nights doing homework in my room as a teenager, it was common for my mother to knock on my door at midnight to surprise me with a homemade smoothie. At the end of a long day of working and cooking for my family, she would still give me a massage when I wanted one. Her generosity is astounding."

(here's a picture of bread my mom baked, 

which was fed to many that night, no doubt.)

Ai ni, Mama.