Because beauty isn’t just in shiny hair or bright eyes.
It lives in the way I laugh when I’m happy, in the way my eyes sparkle with curiosity, in the way I reach out with trust and love.
Every child holds a universe of light. Some may focus on what makes us different. But a mother… she looks deeper.
She sees strength where others see limits. She sees purity where others see flaws.
I am beautiful because my smile brings joy, because my little actions are filled with love.
To my mother, there’s no question: I am her most precious treasure, her brightest joy.
And maybe that’s what we forget—
Real beauty shines when we look through the eyes of love.
