🌧️ They lost their mother far too early — a goodbye no child is ever ready to face.
🥺👦👦 Since then, the world feels quieter, heavier, missing the warmth only she could give.

🌹 Every weekend, they walk back to her resting place — small hands holding flowers, tiny hearts carrying memories too big for their age.
🪦🤍 Soft footsteps. Whispered words. Silent tears that fall where love still lives.

😭 Their grief is deep, but so is their bond.
🤍 A mother’s love doesn’t end with goodbye — it lives on in every visit, every memory, every beat of their hearts.

✨ Some love never fades.
It waits.
It watches.
And it holds them close — always.