My Mom and Hureirah
I remember the day my mom met my son like it was yesterday. We had just gotten done with 45 hours of travelling from Pakistan to Portland and were tired. We got onto the escalator to find my Mom waiting at the bottom. As soon as she saw us her face lit up and she started crying out of joy. She took my son from my arms and held him like he was a precious jewel. She told him she was his Grammy. She didn't let go of him the whole time we were in the airport. She was capable of such pure love that it still takes my breath away when I think of having lost her. I love you so much, Mom. So, so much.
Posted by Sarah Callan
Wednesday April 30, 2014 at 11:50 am