I recall the precise moment.
I returned to my little dorm room exhausted after a long shift at my part-time work. I was exhausted—physically, emotionally, financially. As I approached my door, I saw a parcel on the floor.My mother sent it.Without waiting, I took off my shoes. My purse fell on the floor, and I opened it immediately.
After seeing what was within… I cried.
From Small Town to Big Dream
Living in a small town meant fantasies were frequently just that.I was determined. All through high school, I studied hard. I worked hard in the summers, saving every penny. Not for frills. So I could afford private classes and applications.
My family had little, but they offered me their love, support, and faith.Something was enough.
I got into two institutions with high ratings. One even offered me a student housing room. The chance of a lifetime.I packed everything, left, and started over in a new city.
Behind the Scenes Battles
People didn’t realize how difficult.
Only tuition was paid by the award. All I could afford most days was instant noodles, rice, and maybe some canned food.New clothes? No chance. I repeated a couple outfits.
And when winter neared, I knew… No suitable boots.
Told no one. I avoided worrying my folks. They’d done everything possible.
Worked longer hours. Walked chilly. Told myself I’d survive.
The Package Came
I discovered the package after another shift on a cold day.
Tape was applied gently. Mom wrote on the side.
I opened gently.
The package included new winter boots.
She must have heard.
A little chocolate bar was nestled beside them. Favorite childhood sort.
She gave me the same one on rough days. I was afraid. When I wanted consolation but couldn’t say.
I studied it at length. Then I cried.
Not because of boots or chocolate.
But I could sense her affection in every detail, across the distances. She knew. Her knowledge was constant.
Even when I said nothing.
Motherly Love Without Asking
That package reminded me of something I nearly forgot in the chaos of survival:
Someone is thinking about you even in rough times. Concerning you. Loving you remotely.
My mother had little. She offered me warmth, encouragement, and a chocolate bar that felt like a hug.
However, it was enough to keep me going.
If you’ve ever been away from home and gotten something simple but full of affection, you know how I felt that day.
