She is my mother. Her name is Pushpa Chandrani. Her birthday is 1971.10.30. She is 50 years old. she is a housewife. Speaking of which, she was my first teacher. Some times she is my best friend. Others time she is my sister. Also she is my life. She carried me in her womb for ten months and gave birth to me in the midst of great suffering. She wakes up before the sun goes down and goes to bed after everyone else. The amount of work she does during that time is almost indescribable. She is a very energetic, active person.
She was the noble women who nurtured me from a young age, cleansed me, and slept next to me when I was sick. In the fullest sense of the word, a mother fulfils her duties and responsibilities unfailingly. There is nothing she can compare to showing me the right path to fallow, from the day I started going to school until today and beyond. She hides all the shortcomings and fulfils our needs. 
Even when she is sick, she forgets about it, hides her troubles from us and pays for the day as usual. In her heart of kindness, childlike love is at its maximum towards us. As a child, she nourishes her blood, then feeds us, and fills our stomachs, as well as teaches us all about virtues, how to live in society, and so on. No matter how much she tries to finish praising her qualities, it can't be done.
I wish to be born a child of hers in every soul that is born. Also, she should always have a free and healthy life and I wish her a long life with my life. I love so much my mother.💗💗💗👸👸😍😍
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