My mother was "an active volcano". She is now 77 years old, older and frailer. I felt guilty. This feeling does not leave me when I think that I rarely visited my mother. How are you? I haven't seen her in a couple of years, but soon, very soon I will see her. I was quick to hug her again. The taxi was running on a deserted road. It was an early summer morning. I was looking through a window. A light fog was spreading across the land, enveloping trees and bushes and making the sight look like a mirage. Dawn has begun. On the horizon the sun, like a gigantic red-orange sphere, rose, giving the landscape warm shades and more legible shapes. Houses appeared in the distance. The taxi was passing through the village where I grew up. Since I left, when I was seventeen, I have only come for a brief and rare visit to my family. The taxi stopped near the fence around the parents' house. I could smell the fragrant smell of my childhood. It is a peculiar village smell, which is a mixture of fresh, pure air with the smell of mowed grass, earth and farm. I am home! I opened a small gate and entered the courtyard. A dog began to bark. A little old woman, small and bent, stumbled almost while running, she ran towards me. My mother was never tall, but now, bent over, she seems much smaller and defenseless. She broke her back while taking care of my father, who had been paralyzed for ten years. Since he died, the mother has worn black or dark clothing. She was currently wearing a long black skirt and a dark blue blouse. A black scarf covered her head. Every time I see her in this condition, my heart aches with pain. It's hard to accept, but time is inexorable. She looked at me and her face was radiant... middle of paper... the hip injury from my birth, but in those years I didn't practice treatment for this type of trauma. Mother could not accept that I was judged disabled. He was looking and finally found a doctor who was expert in this problem. My mother saved my future. It was like offering me a second life, an opportunity to have an active and valuable existence. I can say that it has given me two lives and I am enormously grateful to my mother for this and for everything she has done for me. Throughout my life he has given me love, understanding, support and help. His prayer has always protected me. Today, looking at her face, furrowed by deep wrinkles, it is difficult to recognize this strong and courageous woman from my childhood; only the different color eyes and smile can bring her back to mind. Now I pray for my mother, asking the Lord to save her!