Dream Roof for my Mother

For over two decades, my mother’s home has been a sanctuary, a place filled with memories, warmth, and love. But it has also been a place of constant worry and struggle. Every time the clouds gather, and the skies turn gray, our hearts sink because we know what’s coming.
When it rains, it pours – not just outside, but inside the house too. The once-sturdy roof, a protector against the elements, has worn down over the years. Now, it offers little resistance against the relentless rain. Water seeps through the cracks, dripping onto the floors, soaking furniture, and turning our home into a maze of buckets and towels. Each storm is a battle we never seem to win. My mother, strong and resilient, has weathered more than just the storms. She has raised us with love and sacrifice, always putting our needs before her own. But every time it rains, I see the worry etched on her face, the fatigue of years spent trying to manage the unmanageable. She doesn’t complain, but I know the toll it takes on her. The roof isn’t just leaking water; it’s leaking hope. We’ve dreamed of fixing the roof, of giving my mother the peace and security she deserves. But the cost is beyond our reach. Life’s expenses always seem to get in the way – school fees, medical bills, day-to-day living. The roof, though desperately in need of repair, remains just another item on a long list of things we can't afford. It’s heartbreaking to see her home, the place where she should feel safest, become a source of stress. No one should have to live in fear of the weather, especially someone who has given so much for her family. But despite the odds, we cling to hope. Maybe one day, we’ll be able to give her the gift of a dry, safe home – a roof that doesn’t just keep out the rain but also symbolizes the stability and comfort she deserves. Until then, we do what we can, patching up the leaks, moving the buckets around, and praying that the rain will stop soon. But in our hearts, we hold onto the dream of a better tomorrow, where my mother can finally rest easy, no longer burdened by the storms outside – or the ones that have quietly raged within for the past twenty years.