if love had a sound, it would be my mother calling my name. the way she says it carries comfort no one else can give. even on hard days, her voice feels like home finding me again. it holds care, worry, patience, and a kind of softness the world rarely gives. when i hear her call me, i am reminded that someone has always been there through every season of my life. before anyone knew my pain, she already felt it. before i asked for help, she was already near. some names are spoken, but mine becomes love when my mother says it.