A Mother’s Strength

As time passed, our mother decided to marry again. In the beginning, her new husband promised to take care of both our mother and us with love and kindness. We believed his words and hoped for a happy family. But soon, everything changed — his promises faded, and his true nature appeared. 

At that time, I was in class two and my younger brother was in class one. Life was not easy for our mother, yet she worked tirelessly to give us everything we needed. Despite her struggles, she always wore a smile and tried to keep us happy. 

However, after her remarriage, our lives turned from peaceful to painful. Our stepfather treated us harshly, and we suffered in silence. The situation became so difficult that my mother had to send my brother to the monastery, while I continued my studies at school. 

Those days were the hardest of our lives. We faced many challenges that a child should never have to experience. He mistreated us and refused to support our education. Whenever we asked for help, he would say that we were not studying for him. He would not even give us a single penny to buy school materials. 

Through all this, our mother remained strong. Her courage and love gave us the strength to move forward, no matter how dark the days seemed. 

As time went by, we slowly learned to live with the pain and challenges that life had given us. Our mother never gave up, no matter how difficult the days were. She became both a mother and a father to us — working hard, sacrificing her own comfort, and doing everything she could to see us happy. 

Watching her struggle taught me the true meaning of strength. She showed me that love and patience can overcome even the darkest times. Her quiet tears at night and her warm smile each morning reminded me that a mother’s heart is stronger than anything in the world. 

Though we had little, we learned to be grateful for what we had. Each day at school, I studied with determination, hoping that one day I could give my mother the peaceful life she deserved. My brother, too, worked hard in the monastery, learning discipline and faith. Together, we promised ourselves that we would never let our mother’s sacrifices go in vain. 

Now, when I look back, I realize that those painful years shaped who I am today. They taught me courage, patience, and compassion. Life was not fair to us, but it gave us something even more valuable — the strength to rise, the wisdom to forgive, and the hope to dream again.