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"But I'll be the mother my daughter needs, even if it kills me. I'll be the one who wipes away her tears, who bandages her scrapes, and who whispers words of encouragement in her ear. I'll be the one who teaches her to stand tall, to speak loud, and to never give up, even when the world seems to be against her. "And to all the single mothers out there, who are struggling to make ends meet, who are working tirelessly to provide for their children, who are sacrificing their own dreams and desires for the sake of their little ones... don't give up. Don't lose faith. Don't let the darkness consume you.

I was all alone, father just left a few hours ago to God knows where. I haven't visited Katina in the hospital. I couldn't bring myself too. Sometimes her memory can make me sad. When I was young, below the age of 10, mother would always tuck me into bed, some mothers would read stories to their daughters about princes, princesses and true love, others would sing their daughters to bed but her my mother would always read me the same poem over and over again until I grew tired of it. Sometimes I would complain to her about why she repeats the same poem. She would always tell me that it was her favorite poem and represented the love she had for me.

I know you're strong and tough,”My mother paused to catch a breath. “However, you're not strong than the poison, Abraham.I can't afford to lose you now that we are free from Fernando, Abraham.I can't afford to lose you my love.I don't know what I can do without you because you're my strength.Please don't leave me.You promised to be with me even when things are tough and now is the time to prove it.You have to fight the poison, Abraham.You must!”My mother said in confidence and looked Alpha straight in the eyes.

May You guide us and protect us as always, Mother. . . THE END

The narrative of their lives, once diversed, began to unfold as a shared story. One evening, as they sat on the bench beneath the sky adorned with stars, Samantha's mother reached into the folds of her past and shared a letter she had written to Samantha during one of the many nights of solitude. The words, penned in the silent piece of longing, spoke of a mother's love that transcended the boundaries of physical presence.

Around the campfire, our friends swayed to the rhythm, their voices joining in a heartfelt chorus that echoed through the night. As Julius sang, his voice filled with emotion and love, Star felt her heart overflowing with happiness and sang along. Like a mother worried 'bout her daughter I'll be there, no matter the water Through the storms, I'll keep you safe and sound In my arms, you'll always be found Like a mother worried 'bout her daughter Like a father tries to direct his son I'll guide you through life's twists and turns With love that never comes undone Just like a father teaching his boy to stand tall

I pray that Our mothers will live long to eat the fruits of their labour and I'm deeply sorry for those whose mothers are no more, you are strong! VOTE AND COMMENT.

A mother can and is able to give her children 24 hours a day, there are no words day or night, no words tired or impossible and this is 366 days in a year. I thought for a moment when was the last time I called Mom? When was the last time I invited Mom? When was the last time I took Mom out for a walk? And when was the last time I gave Mom a sweet, thank-you kiss? And when was the last time I prayed for Mother? I will give love as long as Mother is still alive. It's useless for us to give flowers and cry when Mother has left because Mother will never be able to see her again.

“You know your mom loves you, right? She brought you into this world, she’s been there for you every step… even when things got messy.” “We all know you’re her favorite.” Under his gentle coaxing, Lily’s crying gradually faded. She clung to his arm like an octopus, wrapped her small arms around his neck, and asked in a trembling voice, “Really?” “Of course,” Victor replied. Then he glanced at me meaningfully. “Why don’t you ask your mom yourself?” Lily looked over at me, her eyes red and swollen, full of expectation. But I didn’t move. I didn’t even lift my eyelids.

Mom said, "Love is priceless. We shouldn't exchange it for anything in the world, nor should we bury our heads in the sand like cowardly ostriches, afraid to confront our own selfishness. "Moreover, we also shouldn't control our children too excessively, forcing them into a forced framework and robbing them of their childlike innocence and vitality. "I hope that all mothers will learn from my experience and not repeat the same mistakes I made. You should also never make any excuses for your favoritism toward your children.