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warm face made my heart ache even more. Without

hesitation, I hugged her tightly. We stood there, holding
each other for a long time. Tears streamed down my face,

soaking her back. I kept apologizing, feeling like a
failure, terrified that I had destroyed the dream she had

spent so long building.

But she simply smiled gently, soothing me.

“Seeing your smile while eating my bread…

that’s the reason behind all those dreams,” she said, her

voice filled with sincerity.

She wasn’t angry. She didn’t blame me. In fact,
she forgave me lovingly, as though there was nothing to

forgive at all.

I was deeply moved, though the pain in my heart

grew sharper. My mother’s dream may have crumbled,
but her love and support never faded. That strength is

something no crisis could ever destroy.

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