A little girl asks her mother
Ma, how did you live for so long without me.
I lived in anticipation, said the mother,
the anticipation of a bright tomorrow.
Ma, I know I am not the best,
still you say I am the best.
I am not an exception, my dear child.
For a mother, her child has always been the best.
All mothers are biased.
They are never too critical about their child.
Most natural form of love is Mother’s love.
Mothers have natural emotions for their child.
Mother loves her child,
like a whole loves the parts it is made of.
A mother is born
the day her child is born.
And for a child,
every day is Mother’s Day.