Brad Habana

He watched her more closely than she ever knew. He saw her count coins she pretended not to be counting. He saw her give him the bigger portion and call herself full. He saw her cry in the kitchen with the tap running so no one would hear, then walk out smiling as though nothing in the world could touch her.

So he grew up carrying things. Not because anyone asked him to, but because she had shown him how.

And now, years later, when he does something brave, or patient, or kind, when he stands a little straighter than the moment requires, somewhere in that gesture is a woman who taught him before he could speak.

She gave him a life. He spends his own trying to be worthy of it.”

Blessed @faithhabana