Mother, the word so close to heart. Her love as deep as the ocean, her warmth as soothing as the early sun ray and her hug as fresh as the betimes spring. Just a glimpse of her in the mind, flood of thoughts of her eternal love appears, bringing out all the pearls accumulated in the mind in the form of her.
She does everything she could for the child sacrificing herself most of the time. What did she expect in return? And did the child give her?
