Saturday, July 23, 2011
M, a letter from a word you hear in all languages. The M of Mother, today and in the past. Mother is the word where life comes from. Mother is the word that belongs to every child. With you we can pour out our hearts, still never do we hear you sigh. We will always be there for you, even though we are no longer small. Being a mother is a heavy task, with various emotions coming and going. Positive or negative emotions, in heart and mind, provoked by children who are coming to you again and again. Troubled by old people’s sickness, makes that she is sometimes lost in memories. Today mother celebrates her birthday once again. Thanks heavens for she still looks great. One day a year of attention for each other, it may seem a bit strange, but this was the little text I wrote for you.
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