“She used to brush my hair, I said, that was so important, it was our mommy daughter bonding time.
I recall the touch of her hand with every brushstroke,
I recall the feeling,
I recall her tenderness,
I recall the way her eyes shone with happiness while doing so,
I recall… No I don’t, it was my wish!
I never met my mother, she passed… she is in a different place, a better place I like to think, she never had the chance to brush my hair, but I did feel her hand rubbing my hair through her belly.
Brushing the hair is a symbol although a fact, I had the privilege of brushing my daughters’ hair, it was the satisfaction and a reward for missing that part while performing that action, the role of being a mom. It is precious, meaningful, irreplaceable… it is the mother, it is the hair brushing bond!
When did you brush your daughter’s hair last, there is no age limit…”
#MOI the memories I wish I had!
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Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…