Mothers
Making a family is something beautiful,
But not something you're always ready for.
Then there's that moment you find out you're gunna be a mom.
Everything from that moment on, changes.
You no longer live for you
You no longer matter, your dreams are gone.
The only thing that matters is that child,
Everything you do then has an effect on that child.
Your dreams are then to make that child proud of you as a parent.
Mothers are the strongest people
Not only do they carry that child for 9 months,
They create a bond for years to come....
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