Write about your first crush.

From the earliest vestiges of my memory, my mother has been an unwavering beacon of love and compassion, casting a soft, nurturing glow upon every step of my life.

She has been my first love, not in the romantic sense, but in a way that encompasses a sense of reverence, respect, and awe that shapes one’s understanding of the world.

I remember her tender hands guiding me, her encouraging whispers acting as my first introduction to kindness, her unwavering faith in me sculpting my sense of self.

As my first crush, she set an impossibly high standard for the woman I would one day seek, mirroring her warmth, her strength, her unconditional love.

My mother’s divine presence in my life manifests not only in her visible deeds but also in her silent prayers. She was always there, not just as a physical presence, but as an energy, a spirit that supported me, believed in me even when I faltered. In her prayers,

I found my strength, a divine assurance that I was loved, cherished, and protected. Her devotion, the sincerity of her pleas to the heavens, often left me awestruck.

Her prayers, I realized, were not just words whispered to the ether; they were the language of her love, her unwavering belief in my potential, the purest form of her motherly care.

And now, as I’ve grown older, I recognize that my mother has been the key to heaven, both metaphorically and literally. She introduced me to the concepts of compassion, empathy, and love—values that shaped my morality, values that unlocked the gates to a heavenly life here on earth.

But in the most profound sense, through her prayers, I know she’s ensuring my place in heaven, looking out for me even beyond this life. Her love is ceaseless, her dedication boundless.

And I am forever grateful, forever in awe of this beautiful woman who is my first and greatest love, my beacon, my key to heaven.