Our mum did not simply raise three daughters, she grew us. She tended us like a careful gardener with fierce devotion in her bones and gentleness in her hands. She loved us not in halves or portions, but in great, sweeping tides that wrapped around our childhood and carried us safely forward.
She has always been our shelter in a storm.
When our Dad died in our late teens, the sky above us cracked wide open. Grief arrived loud and unforgiving, rearranging everything we thought we knew about safety. And yet, there she was. Standing. Breathing. Holding.
She became both mum and dad without ever surrendering the softness that makes her who she is. 
She carried her own heartbreak quietly so that we would not drown in ours. She steadied the ground beneath us when it felt as though it had disappeared entirely.
There is something almost mythical about her strength.
 Not the loud kind, but the enduring kind.
 The kind that wakes up every morning and chooses love anyway.
She taught us kindness as though it were second nature, because to her, it is.
Compassion flows from her as effortlessly as sunlight through a window.
Empathy, manners, strength, she stitched these into the fabric of who we are without ever making it feel like a lesson.
We simply watched her… and learned.
Life has not always dealt her the gentlest hand. Fate has tested her in ways many would crumble under. And still she moves through the world with grace. Still she chooses goodness. Still she puts her daughters first, even now, when we are grown and insist we are capable.
No matter her own concerns, her own quiet worries, she shows up.
 Every time.
 With love.
 With wisdom.
 With unwavering devotion.
She is our hero, because she stayed when things were hardest. Because she endured. Because she loved us through every version of ourselves.
She is our everything.
She is the steady voice on the other end of the phone.
The heart that beats in rhythm with ours.
She is the reason three sisters stand strong and kind in this world.
 The reason we know how to love bravely.
 The reason we know that strength and tenderness can live in the same soul.
And this year, I tried to do something small, something that could carry even a fraction of what she has given us.
I wrote a song for her.
A melody woven from memory.
 Lyrics shaped by gratitude and built from all the times she held us together when we felt like falling apart.
It is impossible to fit a lifetime of love into a few verses. Impossible to capture her courage, her sacrifice, her quiet magic in a few heartfelt lyrics. But I tried, because some loves are too big to stay unspoken.
This song is my thank you.
 My love letter set to music.
 My attempt to give back a sliver of the beauty she has poured into our lives.
And still, even if I played it to her for a thousand years, it would never quite be enough.
She is still here. Still beautiful. Still radiant. Still the most wonderful mum any daughters could ever ask for.
Mum, you are our shelter in every storm.
 Our compass when the road bends.
Our safe place, our anchor, our guiding star.
You have given us everything and somehow still continue to give us your all.
We love you beyond measure.

Beyond language.

Beyond time.
Happy Mother’s Day to our constant light, the shelter from the storm and the best part of us.
We love you. ❤️

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