Power of Love

 Mommy was once again my best friend and my guiding angel. She hand fed me, slept next to me on a mattress to make sure I don't jump on or off the bed, changed my dressing and loved me unconditionally. It took months and with regard to my activities,  years to recover.  I just then only understood the power of love. It is not when you are king, Popular,  drawing attention and success that people gathering around love you for What you are but when you are weak, sensitive  Incapacitated and incapable to survive on your own that you will be loved for Who you are.  ❤️