Mother for me and I think that for all the children of the world she is the dearest being because as a child she helped me to take the first steps to say my name, to eat, she helped me telling me that I have to manage on my own in some cases, because she won't be with me all the time.
When I was little, I saw my mother, from below, from my height, big, in stature, but comparing her with women, from a distance I realized that her stature is average.
Looking at the sunlight falling on my mother's face, I saw two warm, touching brown eyes, chocolate-brown hair and a sweet smile. Her sweet speech soothes me every time I'm tired or sad.
Her straight and slow gait makes me explain her way of being: energetic and attentive to details.
My mother is gentle, she understands me, and she helps me understand some things. When I do some pranks she gets upset and screams a little, but this is also normal because I was wrong, and I can't accuse her of screaming easily. simple to me.
I can't write a certain story from my life when my mother was good to me, because when I do pranks she is good to me, but there are some exceptions: for example, when I was little my mother let me do something on which I really wanted then: to eat alone for the first time. I owe all my respect, love and obedience to my mother!
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