Love is a fruit of medium bloom and harvest of each hand - Mother Teresa Do you remember when you were young often fall and be hurt? Do you remember your mother how you stand the pain? With my mother, it will hold me up and carried me to the bed, kissed on the spot "ui-skin, painful process" of me. She would sit next to me, to take my hand and said: - When does the pain, you just keep on squeezing her hand. parent will tell you that I love you. And just so I do not stop squeezing her hand, and every time, too, the mother always told me: - Mary, I love you. Sometimes when I realized I was only pretending pain because I want to hear the words she said to love it. Growing up the way have changed, but my mother always looking for ways to reduce pain and increase pleasure for me in all areas. The following day hard learning difficulties middle drawer of the mother will be left chocolate candy bar with almonds Hershey dollars when I go to the dentist. When I was twenty years old, college away from home, I often shake my phone calls picnic lunch in the park of Wisconsin. When I married, every time I visit my parents, the mother to send thank you cards when I got home. Mother always proved to me that I have a special place in her heart for as long as. But what I remember most is still: "Please squeeze my hand, I'll tell you I love you".
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