No matter how independent you are, you can never not be your mother’s child. In the deepest confines of your heart, you still crave for her tender words, her hands ruffling your hair, or to rest your head on her bosom. Continue reading
No matter how independent you are, you can never not be your mother’s child. In the deepest confines of your heart, you still crave for her tender words, her hands ruffling your hair, or to rest your head on her bosom. Continue reading
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