Sometimes, I wonder: Why do women like my mother accept to shoulder all the hardships on her thin shoulders?

And the answer came when I began to notice the wrinkles at the corners of my mother’s eyes. Those wrinkles were not simply signs of aging but traces of a difficult journey. They were the result of long sleepless nights, hard days worrying about the house, the children, and the worries of daily life. Each wrinkle contained a story, a memory that my mother had silently kept in her heart.

When I was young, I was often indifferent to the signs of aging. I only saw my mother still healthy, still working hard, still smiling happily with her children and grandchildren. But gradually, I realized that, beneath that strong shell, my mother was gradually weakening. Now, the wrinkles had become an inescapable part of her face.

I began to pay more attention to my mother, quietly observing the way she turned the pages of old books or the way her thin, calloused hands gently folded each shirt for me. Her wrinkles were not only the mark of time but also the expression of boundless love.

Mom never complained, never asked for anything from me. She just needed to see me happy, to know that I was safe, that was enough. Maybe her love was like a river flowing silently, gentle and steadfast, always there but never expressed too clearly.

I still remember clearly the cold winter days, my mother sat all night by the fire to cook red bean porridge. Each bowl of porridge that my mother brought out was not simply a dish but also a heart and devotion. Every time I saw my mother stay up late and wake up early, my heart ached, but at that time, I was too young to understand all that my mother had gone through. Only when I grew up and faced my own life, did I gradually understand those things.

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To me, wrinkles are a sign of a life filled with meaning and love. Mom lived a life that never stopped, full of challenges and difficulties, but still kept a peaceful and gentle soul.

Those wrinkles are like lines that depict a portrait of the wonderful woman I was lucky enough to have been born into this world. And now, as an adult, every time I see the wrinkles on my mother's face, I no longer feel sad or worried, but instead feel proud and grateful.

I realized that my mother's wrinkles are a mirror of my life. Those wrinkles help me grow up, mature and strongly walk on my own path of development. And I know that no matter how far I go, my mother and her wrinkles will always be a solid support, a place I can return to in any situation.

I love my mother and I love those wrinkles full of love!

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