This story was told by my grandpa when I was kid.
There was a small family in a village which consists of a son and his mother, they were from poor background but his mother took care of him without any Shortage/Deficiency, she succeeded in fulfilling each and every needs by working as a maid. Somehow she managed him to grow up.
His owner,where she worked as a maid gave him a gardening job on her mother’s request but what he earned was not sufficient because he was addicted to bad habits to fulfill his habits he was ready to go any extent. Once he dreamt that if he bury his mother’s heart it will turn into gold after 20 days. So he murdered his mother ,took her heart and started running to the outskirts of a village to bury her heart, while running he felled by hitting stone, immediately an invisible voice of her mother heard to him saying that.
“go carefully my child”
There can be a bad son but there cannot be a bad mother.
Today we all are what is just because of our mother’s.Sorry i know today is not a mother’s day. Think a while that, if she had taken care of us or loved us only during children’s day, today we were not be there.
In each and every work, day, memories, stages she plays an important role.
She manages house(management)
She teaches her children’s(teacher)
She does first aid if any I’ll happens(doctor)
She is good listener(counsellor)
This list won’t end it goes on………
See how many skills does she has. No one can beat her.
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