No one loves you quite the way your NANI (Mother’s mother) does.
Her love is quiet, unwavering, and deeply sincere.
It shows up as a warm meal you never asked for—but somehow needed.
As a phone call that reaches places words never could.
As a hug that heals without explanation.
As a silent prayer for your happiness—one you may never hear, yet always feel.
She doesn’t love you for what you become.
She loves you simply because you are.
Because you are a piece of her child.
And that alone makes you precious beyond measure.
That bond doesn’t fade with distance.
It doesn’t weaken with time.
It doesn’t end with goodbye.
If you were lucky enough to know that love, carry it gently and proudly.
And if she is no longer here, remember this—
love like that never truly leaves.
It lives on in you.
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