Shukria rose from the floor next to the wash basin with a slight grunt as her daughter, her partner in running this household of boys rapidly becoming men, poured a final cup of clean water over each of the children – so engaged in their noisy doings that they barely noticed.
When my daughter was still in elementary school and lived under the same roof with me, she gave me a letter. She laid it on my desk carefully and conspicuously, without putting it inside an envelope like she always did.
My mother is someone I love the most in this world. She is pretty, kind, loving and you’ll need more than all the nice adjectives in this world to describe her.
Mothers Day poem by a daughetr who is in her teens.
My mother is a woman I idolize because she inspires me to become a stronger person. She teaches me the meaning of life.
When I hear the words grace or kindness or indulgence, the first person I think of is always my mother
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