My mother, my best friend
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Two friends were having coffee, and one complained to the other:
– My mother calls me a lot on the phone at the office and just to ask me to go talk to her; she always the same complaint, that she ‘feels alone’. The truth is, I rarely go and sometimes I feel that her way of being bothers me. You know how old people are: They tell the same things over and over again and without mentioning the ailments he has every day. Well, as you know, I never lack commitments: work, friends, the Association… Anyway, you know how it is, don’t you?…
The other friend remains silent, and then answers:
I, on the other hand, talk a lot with my mother. Every time I’m sad, I go with her; when I feel lonely or when I have a problem and need strength, I go to her and she comforts me, gives me strength, and I always end up feeling better.
Caramba! – the other was embarrassed – You’re better than me.
Don’t believe it, I’m the same as you, or at least I was – the friend answered sadly. I actually visit my mother at the cemetery. She died a long time ago, but while she was with me, I wasn’t going to talk to her either, since she thought and felt the same as you. And you don’t know how much I miss her presence now, how much I wouldn’t give to feel the caresses that she lavished on me with so much love, and that I rejected because ‘she was no longer a child’. Or how much it weighs on me not to have listened to all the advice she gave me, when she clumsily told her: ‘I know what I’m doing’, and because of that I made many mistakes. Oh friend, if you knew now how I look for her, and she is now my best friend.
When sitting on the cold ground of the cemetery looking only at his photo on the gray wall, on which I put “I love you” (words he never heard from my lips), I ask him to forgive me for having been so cold, for the times I lied to her, and for the many kisses I didn’t give her, but silence answers me and when a breeze caresses my cheeks, I know she forgives me.
-He looks at his friend with misty eyes and then says- Excuse me for this outburst, but if my experience is of any use to you, talk to her today that you have it, value her presence highlighting her virtues that she surely possesses, put her mistakes aside, that in one way or another is part of his being. Don’t wait until I’m in a cemetery because there the reflection hurts to the bottom of the soul, because you understand that you can never do what you left pending. It will be a hole you can never fill. Don’t let what happened to me happen to you.
On the way, he was thinking about his friend’s words. When she got to the office, she said to her secretary: Please contact my mother, don’t put any more calls on me and also modify my schedule because I will dedicate this day to her.
Don’t let this day go by without saying ‘I love you’!
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