As far back as I can remember,  mom has always put everyone's needs and wants before her own. Whenever she made a meal and there wasn't enough, she always sacrificed her own hunger to satisfy us. Whether it was one of her kids, husband or grandchildren. They're are too many  times to count the many times she's done this. There are times I found her with a little something to eat and she'll down it because she was hungry all along. I ended up do the same for her when she became ill with pancreatic cancer. I even gained weight to encourage her to eat when it became a challenge for her to even want to eat. I would bring random snacks at random times so she can eat. I even made her breakfast at 4am sometimes because she became accustomed to my offerings.  I didn't care how fucking tired I was, I would get up because I know she would have done the same for me, and she always sacrificed her sleep for all of us whenever we were ill. So I returned the favor. There are times when I gave up my food because she wanted more and I found myself being just like her, claiming to be full or not hungry anymore. It made me happy to make her happy. Now I know why she did those things, it's not to make ourselves look good, it feels good to give and make life easier for others. It's fulfilling to oneself. I know now, that kind of feeling and happiness, no one can take that or understand unless they are similar to those fulfillments. So thanks mom for raising me to be unselfish,  caring, giving and loving.