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                                                Mother 

 Then and now, things unveil. Relating to tragic or prosperous myth, perspective rely on certain valuing acts regarding drastic change for accusations. 

My Mother - the social distinctive being. 

The most passionate relationship in the world is between you and your Mother; sincere, genuine, heart whelming, and deep. 

Selfless, considerable and noteworthy; Mother. 

A small child  can stay away from her father but not from her mother. Mothers themselves are not able to justify this fact but the myth contradicting this fact resembles the tender love of a Mother that she posses for her children. 

Can anyone imagine their life without the woman considerably the beautiful creation of God; Mother.? 

The answer is obvious. It is likely impossible. 

It is known that Mothers give up so much, that their children have so much to have for themselves.

The word Mother is a world to itself.

Have you ever tried recalling your Mothers sacrifices? 

Who gives a second thought about it? Why bother thinking something that’s not important? 

This mentality out there has made people distant from their loved ones.  

Do you Love your Mother Likely the way tress love water? 

Childbirth is painful, but the happiness that you brought to your mom when you first made a cry makes the pain a vague memory. 

Mothers love is unconditional but the question nowadays comes to Money! 

There is race everywhere, somebody tries to win whereas somebody tries pulling others leg to go further. 

What for? 

For money? Good living? 

It is obvious. But the impact this particular mentality has created is outrageous.  Nothing but these ideas has pulled most of the people back from their family. 
The most beautiful creation of God; Mother.

It is important to maintain relationship with your mother.
Mothers expect nothing but expressing your appreciation would be a good way in making up a better bonding between the child and the Mother. 

Spending quality time with your mother, performing house-work sometimes, expressing your feelings, good mannered acts. 

These small acts can actually make your mother feel special about a child. 

True to the life-cycle people pass away, likely the memories with Mother remains alive throughout your life. 

RespectYourMother

Saail Pokhrel





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