Essay on Mother

Every day passing hours, minutes and seconds, but today it is not every day over me, today ... every minute, every second and every part and parcel of a second the most of every day or a year over in my life, because I have always loved my mother and I thought about it, but today I'm thinking about it and delve my reasoning, Vatzkr every moment passed us hand in hand .. How was the beautiful day and an unforgettable memory and Naqosa beats in the world the wonderful and delightful, gosh, it rational that I forget my mother??? ... not at all, so how can I forget all the love and tenderness released from the heart of the net and the source of tortured, how many days were far too me, but at the same time closer to my heart more than anything ... I forget how the knees that were passing on the cheek, as if they were dissolved love and good shine over my face. 

Lamy ... the greatest speech in history, and a few small letters but a large sense, the word "mom" the most beautiful and softest word and the word comes out of my lips whenever I felt scared or losing something ... 

Lamy is stayed up nights either side and obliges me in her womb for nine months weight, are tired and exhausted because of me, without utter a single word and say Ah not to issue laws reflect the effort and Tabha ... and give generously without charge, but I thought about a lot and a lot of times what is the motive and Mahvzha permanent to give all of this, but I every time I can not find is inevitable and one of this question is a small word I know it's always paid for all this which is the word "love" Vvaadha net and empty of hatred and hatred, full of tenderness and love and kindness and Alravh, every time I find this answer and start thinking in depth in the biggest question was always confusion in my heart, but I can not find him an answer at all, my question is ... how Ward has Jamilha Ali??? And how I express my feelings to her?? I thought and I said: I do not inevitable, but the type in this day a small card-sized express everything is kept throughout the past years, which so far I can not express it in words very beautiful smoothness ... I wrote a card that Satloha now, namely: 

My beloved mother, for as long as I thought of you and I wanted to express my feelings to you but I did not know, even if I wanted to actually write it in words the inability of my pen on the line every small character meaningful large and inability to stop my tongue about pronunciation, so ... I hope that my understanding and Tkdra my feelings worthy of love 

Mozia most expensive I've seen in my life, thank you, precious daughter. 

That's all what I wrote, but I will not stop thinking about what never should have been her type better than that ... In the end, I wish to ask all of us the same ... What Lamy made ​​this particular day and how it crossed my love for her, and whether it shill? That's all I have to consider the human and takes it, so you do not forget all the big and small over them.