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I don’t ask people for words.
I don’t need praise, understanding, or comfort from the crowd.
If I hear “I love you” from one person,
and if my children call me “Mom,”
that is enough.
If my people, my children love me, nothing else matters.
Let others judge me, dislike me, ridicule me, or ignore me—
that noise lives outside my life.
It has no power over my heart.
What I truly fear is only one thing.
The moment someone I love becomes disappointed in me.
The moment warmth fades,
the moment love turns away.
Other people’s words pass through me,
but a single look from someone I love stays,
and lingers.
I don’t love many people.
Only a very few.
And because of that, it is real.
A bond you can carry to the end is not easily made.
It grows slowly, endures quietly,
and eventually becomes a promise that protects a life.
Love can change.
That is why I became careful.
There were times I thought something was love—
and later realized it was not.
Admitting that hurts,
but I chose not to cling to what only looked like love.
That is how three became two.
Now, I have only two.
With their love, I am enough.
All I wish for is simple and enduring:
that the people I love will keep saying “I love you,”
for a long, long time.
As long as those words remain,
I can walk a thousand miles smiling.
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