라브라바미미's post

When I wake up in the morning and step out into the living room, the sensation of the air makes me realize that winter is approaching. Worried that my child might catch a cold from the chilly morning air, I turn on the heater in the living room before they wake up. Inside the warm air, my child eats breakfast, reads books, and plays. I was suddenly reminded of my own childhood mornings, when I would waddle out of bed at the sound of my mother waking me up and feel the warmth of the living room floor. It is a morning that makes me realize that all of this is a mother's love.