That's how mothers are. We, ungrateful children might forget them, but they ever chant a silent prayer for their children and keep us folded in the blanket of their love! I really enjoyed the remorseful confession of a forgetful son! !
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That's how mothers are. We, ungrateful children might forget them, but they ever chant a silent prayer for their children and keep us folded in the blanket of their love! I really enjoyed the remorseful confession of a forgetful son! !