Celebrating my birthday

It’s my birthday.

I was reminded of my mother who gave birth to me.

Before, he called me without forgetting my daughters birthday.

Suddenly, a mother’s love language came to her mind, and I called her first.

Mom doesn’t know why I called you.

Although I was shy, I put into practice the love language of a mother that I had learned from my mom .

When my daughter said, “Thank you,” she said, “Thank you,” if she was embarrassed, too.