Mother's Day Essay A drop of milk when it comes to the world. This poor start to remember the good until adulthood. The old memories That will never disappear. Even now I still brewed in the heart. Like flowers that bloom all the time. Will never die or perish with time. Like juicy hot water when thirsty. The sense that it is something special beyond words. But will it be sweet juicy warm milk in the mind of a refined mind. The children's mother was drinking and eating burgeoning. If you embrace the preservation bond that links between each other. I love the most that anyone can get. Until the first step of life with the force of pure milk. Two tiny feet are not confident stride stumble along the way so difficult a second time for a warm body to prop up fragile to stand up again. A major milestone was already gone well. So tired Sleep, eat and drink milk. Second hand waving, blowing out the heat and cold all the time. I sleep Will protect it from being attacked by anything. The mischievous little boy growing up all the time. Butterflies fly waving prairie. Vast fields Hanging shelf shining faintly night Two mouth rants discipline to beware. Lift small branches are dismissed to go home hungry exceedingly hot sauce fragrant rice. Cucumbers, squash marrow plateful to eat until your stomach. Mother Meng tired Sweat runs along the front, suddenly the ground. But the smile did not disappear from the face of this spectacular sight. Time passes so quickly too. Today, things seem to change over time. Athletic Flesh shine Start wrinkled Weaken to me But one thing remains unchanged and it is a concern that is always on. Like a chain of bound conjugate linked to the mind, both as a single. It's time again to the need to face the outside world, work for their own self notice a nice ball. Still lingers in the mind of the child. I'll never forget the words my mother taught statement said. Tired, tired body fatigue than one minute. See my mother did have a fight on in the days ahead. I do not know the future is. An important first step and I give it. Will force you to move forward in the future. A drop of milk, refined white mother from the heart in the blood of children, never. Decays to dilute in any way. But it continues to circulate within the body of the child at all times. I was reminded of the grace abundantly. The warm feeling when you get to this day.
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