mother
the love of a lover is nothing but lust.
the love of a boyfriend is nothing but sugarcoated words.
the love of a husband fulfill the curse which was place on us when we betrayed God/
the love of a sibling is cause we got each other.
the love of a mother is that of an eternal one.
try paying more attention to your mother and see how much time she has been with you\
she was with you from the start of your life till you met that beautiful girl till you propose to her
she was there when you needed her and when and when you didnt
she was there when you bought your house and when you move into it
she was when you gave birth to your first son and named him.
she even there when she was in the grave protecting you from up there.
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