Her wisdoms speaks of tarnished roads for which she doesn’t want her children to travel
The essence of strong is told by passionate color of red which becomes visible through her eyes.
Her valued words ring church bells of the truth that exhilarate the minds body.
She is a woman like no other.
The dedication to surrender herself to broken words from deprived students details the efforts to put food on the table.
Her cry for affection from the opposite sex, leaps to the joy when decorated by friends and family around her.
She fights with her mind and not her fist to change the world.
My mother is a hero
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