Motherhood

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11-year-old boy: Mom, why do you always come up with a glass of milk every time I enter the house? There’s no need to be too concerned about me.

25-year-old boy:  Mom, you know the thing is that I want to enjoy my own life. I just want to be done with you in my life. I hate your pestering. Why do you always butt in? Mind your own business!

60–year-old man: Today, there’s nobody who can come up to me with a plate full of food every time I enter the house, with eyes looking for my problems instead of money every time I return from my office, with attentive ears every time I want to share something, with a feeling of gratitude every time I recover from any disease, with full of praise every time I win something and with a smile every time I hurt him/her. 

 

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