Feeling my weakened legs about to collapse, I slumped onto the wooden bench like a melted candle.
As I sat down wearily, a mother carrying her one-year-old child passed in front of me. The mother was wearing a pale yellow sundress, and her hair was carelessly swept into a bun at her nape. The proof of tiring, sleepless nights was visibly written all over her gentle face. Despite that, she was beautiful and content with life alongside her child. Her inner happiness reflected in her face. Each time her gaze dropped to the child's face in her arms, her eyes twinkled with warmth and affection that every devoted mother could relate to.
The little boy giggled as the mother affectionately rubbed her nose against his. I both reveled in and ached at the sight.
The mother entered the door of an
