Sounds like love that never ends.

[Abraham Madu]

Pooh,” said Piglet quietly, “do you ever think about the ones who aren’t sitting beside us, but still feel close anyway?”

Pooh nodded very slowly. “Yes, Piglet. I think about them often. Especially about my mother. She may not always be here with me, but I feel her in every good thing I try to do. When I am kind, it is because she taught me kindness. When I am brave, it is because she once told me I could be. And when I feel small and a bit lost, I remember that she always made me believe I was enough.”

Piglet sat down beside him on the bench. “So even if she isn’t here, she still is?”

Pooh gave a little smile. “Exactly, Piglet. Mothers are like that. They don’t stop being part of your story, even when they’re not in the middle of it anymore. They’re in the way you see the world, in the way you hold onto hope, and in the way you keep going when days feel heavy.”

Piglet sighed softly, a happy sort of sigh. “That sounds like love that never ends.”

And Pooh, still looking at the little picture in his paws, whispered, “Yes, Piglet. That’s what mothers are—love that never ends.”Ntị ọdị kwa?

Ya kpọtụba!

Ya gazie.

Ụmụ nne Abrahaụọgụ Aṅụsịobi Madụ.