her youth... Part Four
Finally, the day that all of that young girl’s colleagues had been waiting for was approaching. Everyone felt pain and that waiting was the hardest thing, especially if it was like the day of the baccalaureate results, an important certificate in everyone’s lives. The night of waiting for that young girl was a long night for her and her poor mother. She did not close an eye on them, she could see me. There were tears in her mother’s eyes that she did not show. She always saw in her mother an innocent, shy, childish face like her daughter. That young girl began not only to think for herself, but to think even for her mother. Imagine what that young girl’s psychological state would be like. She also hid her pain and pain, but her hope was great for God, in her soul, after the effort she had made for long nights, she was very tense and her thoughts were scattered. She wished for the morning to come and see daylight again. She hated the night period of waiting. She realized that the night was very long for those who were sick to stay up late. She admitted to herself that there was nothing. In this life it is easy to achieve, but you must put in a great effort to advance and achieve your dreams. Finally, that young girl was rejoiced at the dawning of daylight, and it was only hours before she hugged her mother with great joy and pride in herself and her mother, and finally that young woman who had struggled, researched and worked hard received her baccalaureate degree. Without repetition, from the first year, her mother was very happy with her. She made that young girl happy, a heart tired of life’s worries and burdens, of her many responsibilities of household chores, of staying up all nights with her daughter. It was her mother’s heart.