Hello my dear friends and good companions, today I will tell you about a day full of challenges and of course full of love and affection of a nomadic mother. stay with me
I gasp and step on the rocks wet from the rain. The heavy bag of fruits and food is heavy on my shoulders, but the thought of my child's sweet laughter when he sees the fruits gives me energy to continue on my way.
The gray sky and dark clouds seem to be competing with me to see who can reach the mountain house first. Big raindrops caress my face and wet my colorful tent.
From a distance, I see the faint smoke rising from our tent. Grandfather must have kept the fire on. I hear the sound of my child's laughter, who runs towards me when he sees me.
When I arrive at our newly built house, the rain is intensifying. Grandfather with his experience says that we should cover the roof. We hurriedly remove a large plastic from the corner of the tent. My grandfather and I, and even my little son who wants to help, are trying to pull the plastic on the roof together.
The strong wind shakes the plastic, but we hold it tight. Raindrops on plastic make a beautiful musical sound. Now we are relieved that our roof is safe.
This nomadic life is hard, but full of love. Full of empathy and help to everyone. Here in the heart of the mountain, we learned how to fight hardships and be happy together. Even when the sky is raining and the wind is blowing, the warmth of the love and affection of the family makes us forget the coldness of the mountains.
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