The Fire that Forges

Is there the exact moment when you fall in love? Is it a smile? Is it a smell? Is it a word said? For my Mom is was the moment she realized she is a Mom to me. That the first thing I do when I wake up, I call her; that when I am scared I need her; that when I am in pain I ran to her. She saw that she was the center of my tiny universe and, being a responsibility freak, she just couldn’t let me down and let herself fill with this overwhelming unconditional love a mother have for her child.
She says she had dogs and cats before and she loved them dearly, but those fires we went through together forged something new from us, something unique. She calls me her son openly and even my grandparents still wince at it. Being her son at day, I am the guardian of her dreams at night. We are inseparable except for one thing: money. Still don’t understand why Mom can’t stay with me or take me with her to her office every day? Is money the most powerful thing in the world?