Happy Mother’s Day!

When I was a baby, who cried in the cradle, you were there to sing me to sleep. Even when you were so tired of everything. As I grew up a bit, and I spilled paint in all your favorite fabric, you smiled and called me an artist, never complaining how you had to work an extra hour to remove all the stains. When I ran so fast in the park, you ran behind me to protect me even though your legs hurt from cleaning all day at home. You always gave me what I wanted and scolded me...

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