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I always believe that we are born of love and love is our mother. To describe my mother, she is the best woman in my life. Despite being a chaste woman, she is still gorgeous with her red hair and light skin. She also has a small tattoo on her left arm. In addition, my mom is a friendly and chatty person, which means she is fond of talking with me as well as her friends everyday. Maybe that’s why she is popular and has a lot of good friends.

“Tonight I sleep the roundShe is the wind of human life. “In this life, someone did not grow up in mother’s arms, was heard Matthew bid ru sweet deal, a pharmacist who would not dream of sinking into the wind, her hand fan every sultry summer afternoon. And in this life, one love by his mother, one for life because I like her, someone ready to share with her as her sweet fleshy.

For me too, she is most interested in me and who I loved and the most indebted in the world. I used to think my mother was not beautiful. Not because there is a beautiful white skin, round face recovery or sparkling eyes … but her face just skinny, tanned, high forehead, the wrinkles of the age of 40, of how anxiety in life in the upper corner of her eye. But my father told her more beautiful than other women in the intellectual beauty. Yes, my mother was smart, agile, very resourceful. On the position of a leader, who thinks his mother is cold, harsh. there are times when I thought so. but when his mother sat, her hands caressing my hair, everyone thought it all disappear. I have the sensation lightheadedness, anxiety hard to describe, feeling like I have never received so much love. It looks like a strong dotted line passed through her hands deep my heart, eye, lips tenderly, the sweet smile, … through all of the parents. just love it when people close to her long before you feel all right. From small to large, I received the infinite love of the mother as a gift, a natural thing.In the eyes of a child, she was born to care for children. I never ask the question: Why do parents accept unconditional sacrifice for me?. Good mother, very good to me but sometimes I think parents are so worthy, so … evil. How many times, she yelled at me, I cried. Cry for depression depression, where rather than weep bitterly regret. Then for a time … I came home from school, my mother read her diary stolen. I was immediately very, immediately pulling the diary from her hand and shouted: “Why the mother too much! This is the secret of the child, the mother can not work on. Mother very ill, I do not need her anymore! “Just thought I would eat a slap hurt. But not just silence the mother, pale cheeks, healthier eyes brimming. There is something that Idid not dare look into her eyes.

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