A few years back, my mom had cancer and went through chemotherapy, she was always tired, either sleeping or at the hospital. In those dark times, I found peace and hope when it came to the hugs my mom gave me whenever she came back from the hospital. She always kept a smile on to make me feel like it was gonna be okay. Even to this day, I still find hope in the hugs my mom gives when she gets home. She’s my armor when times are tough. And to me, it’s the little things that mean the most.
