“It’s Snowing, Mom”

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– And I knew then, he remembered

The day we met again,
he smiled brightly and said,
“It’s snowing.”

Just that one small sentence—
and I felt my heart melt.
He remembered.
That little boy remembered
what I had said before we parted.

“When the first snow comes… let’s meet again.”

It was something I said
just to make the leaving less painful,
a soft promise wrapped in fear.

And yet, he carried that promise.
He had held onto it.

I smiled.
Because it was snowing.
And he smiled too.
Because it was snowing.

In that moment,
we weren’t mother and son.
We weren’t child and adult.
We were simply
two hearts
who had waited
a long, long time
to be found again.