Why My Mom Slept with the Window Open
A Childhood Mystery
Growing up, I was puzzled by my mother’s habit of sleeping with her window open, even in winter.
I teased her, while she simply smiled and said, “fresh air kept the soul alive.”
At the time, I saw it as an odd quirk, nothing more.
Misunderstood Comfort
To me, warmth meant closed windows and heavy blankets.
Her calm certainty felt impractical,
and I never thought her habit carried any deeper meaning or hidden story.
A Revealing Discovery
After her death, grief led me through her belongings, where I found her journals.
In one entry, she wrote about a painful period when opening a window reminded her
that life extended beyond suffering and that hope still existed.
Understanding and Legacy
I realized the habit had been her lifeline.
That night, I opened my own window,
feeling her strength and finally understanding her quiet lesson.
