SEVENTY: MOTHER’S LOVE

[SHAIRA's POINT OF VIEW]

[Flashback]

The morning sun cast its golden rays as I made my way to his office, a small glimmer of hope tucked within my heart. With trembling hands, I carried his favorite dish, meticulously prepared to perfection. I adorned myself in the finest attire, desperate to capture his attention and affection.

"Good morning, Ma'am," the receptionist greeted me politely.

"Morning... is he there?" I asked, my voice laced with anticipation.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

"This is for all of you. Keep up the good work," I said, offering the food as a gesture of goodwill. Each visit to his office was an opportunity to win the hearts of his employees and solidify my position as his devoted wife.