Everybody has a mother. It is a great spiritual prop that everyone must be respectful. My mother, too, always devoted our greatest love to compensate for the loss of her father.
I did not see my father. That is a huge hurt. However, when I was with my mother, I felt very happy. When I was one year old, my mother had to work as a hired labor to make money for her family. Which is brick, hoe ... mother do all. Thinking of this, I cry tears. My mother's suffering! Mom worked so hard and still did not eat enough so she had to go to work teaching children. Fortunately, my mother was in a stable place.
Her mother's hands are algae, full of luminescence. Eyes are black halo for hard work. But I know, during the Tet holiday while everyone was joking around, the mother went out to the garden quietly to cry. The tears in the soul, the faithful mother.
Real mom is great! Mom is always watching my every move as a motivation to help me constantly learn. I still remember the year of the lost (lost) mother season to pay bricks for people to make money. His mother's shoulders are severely scratched. But it does not hold many memories for me. Up to now, my mother has not stopped working.
Perhaps his mother sun does not stay. However, she has a soul still optimistic, love life. I adore my mother. In the past few months, my mother had to endure bitter, bitter sweetness. Mother as a ray of life. I know my mother cherished a hope: "Do not let your life be like you have to build a career for me." I know that for me, I can sacrifice everything, including joy. So I was very strict when I did the wrong thing.
