Last night, hoping to restore some calm into my life, I called up my mother. Immediately after picking up, she said, “Tomorrow and day after, bank is closed.” (She knows it’s that time of the month.) To which, I replied, “I didn’t call you to ask for money. I just wanted to listen to your voice.”

She laughed out loud, and the laughter that started with disbelief turned into genuine warmth by the time it died out. At times like these, I am reminded of what I was told as a kid/teenager often- “The day you realize the importance, and the purity of mother’s love, you will regret all that you are doing now.”