Who is the one who cut her stomach and gave birth to me?
… My mom.
Who is the one who taught me how to stand, walk and run?
… My mom.
Who allowed me to live in a beautiful house like this?
… My mom.
Who can understand all my feelings?
… My mom.
Who can get that I am telling lies?
… My mom.
If I get hurt, who would get more pain?
… My mom.
Who would love me all time, wherever I am, how much ever old I
am?
… My mom.
And now I got that without my mom I wouldn’t have been alive
right now.
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