The mother is always the mother and here it rains there. She is unique, special, always there for me, a safe haven in which to land. I love my Mom and its strengths and its many flaws. You are proud, proud, arrogant and impatient, but affectionate and generous. Sometimes the adult child at times grew too fast, lioness for her small family and hurt so terrible, when fate took away the least of his premature babies. A lot of pain, a lot of adversity has managed to survive this What does not kill, it helps to get stronger. Greetings dear mother! Wonderful, stubborn and formidable mother, who wants to make the tough but could never.
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