The Projection

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” — Abraham Lincoln

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥’𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧, 𝗔 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗜𝗧𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧

"Ma, ang kuwan ko diin?”
“Ma, ang ano diin?”
“Diin si mama?”

Before we learned how to stand on our own, it was always “Mama” we called first. In moments of confusion, pain, fear, or even the simplest need, it is a mother’s presence we instinctively seek. Her love becomes so constant in our lives that we often forget how much of our world quietly depends on her care.

Since the very beginning, mothers have been our first home, our first comfort, and our quiet source of strength. In every sacrifice they make, there is love. In every reminder, every prayer, and every embrace, there is care that asks for nothing in return.

This Mother’s Day, may we take time to appreciate the women who stood beside us through every season of life—the ones who loved us at our best and stayed through our worst. Their love is gentle, selfless, and enduring in ways words often fail to explain.

To all mothers, thank you for every silent sacrifice, every comforting word, and every endless act of love. You are deeply cherished, today and always.

✍️ Sarah Jane Diperia
📸 Instr. Kare Caspe