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In ones’ life , one shall have many stories and each would have its own meaning, for a mother , her story with her children would be lasting as long as they are alive or even longer than that ,if they could, by some means , be recorded, and that will serve as a monument for their descendants to worship.
In one-way or another each family would have its own unique tradition that is indigenous to that family and this cannot be changed even though our society transforms itself a great deal as time goes by. But there is one thing so universal, so pure and so incomparable that surpasses any love. That is the mother’s love for her children.
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