She lost patience in a fitting room with mother, did not see her hand, life hack yet
These hands - the most expensive!
At last, at our last stop, my mother tried on a fine blue dress. On a dress there was a bow and when I stood in a locker room near it, observed how she hardly tried to tie it. Her hand were so strongly crippled from arthritis that it could not make it. At once my impatience was replaced by an overwhelming wave of compassion to it. I turned away to try to hide tears which involuntarily gushed over me. Having got it together, I turned again to help it. The dress was beautiful, and she bought it. Our trip on shops ended, but the event left an indelible mark in my memory.
We visited almost all shops in which there were ladies' dresses, and my mother tried to choose dresses, rejecting one behind another. When we bypassed already all shops, I was tired, and my mother was upset.
Until the end of day my mind continued to be restored by this moment in a locker room and to hands of my mother when they tried to tie this bow. These loving hands which fed me bathed, dressed, caressed and consoled, and, first of all, prayed for me, now touched me in the most remarkable way.