To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.. Or the climbing falling colours of the rainbow...
When I was growing up we never had the best house, the best car or the most money. But one thing we had that no one else had was - The Best Mother.. Looking back, I guess we were the richest kids in our neighbourhood after all.
Indeed, we all 7 were the richest, to have her as our Maa.
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