I I am not in those loving arms for we are thousands of miles apart, but in those darkest times, it is fulfilling, healing and reinforcing to go back to our mothers for a welcoming shoulder to cry on, when we are so broken and spilled out. There’s no better place to be to vent out. There is this one person I don’t quiet like, and his mother said that whenever he has problems, she would call for him back home. It is the best place to air out and cry than to find comfort in other people and other dangerous diversions, isn’t it? After all, who knows us more, can love and understand us more than the person from whose womb we were conceived? I am so grateful and proud of my beloved mother.