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Once there was a young mother who set foot on the road of life. “Far was the trip?” He asked. And the guide answered, “Yes, heavy track. And you will be old before you reach the end of the trip. But the end of the trip will be better than the beginning. “

The young mother looked happy, but he did not really believe that anything could be better than the days that have passed. The mother was toying with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, bathed them in the clear river. They bathed in warm sunshine. The young mother toned voice, “There is nothing more beautiful than this.”

By nightfall, the storm that made the road into the dark. Children tremble of fear and cold. The mother hugged the children and covered them with her mantle. The children said, “Mother, we are not afraid because you are near. Because there are mothers, we’re going to get hurt. ”

The next morning, the mother and her children climbing a hill. Eventually they become weary. However, the mother always said to her children, “Be patient a little longer, we would have to.” The words were enough to make kids excited about returning to continue their ascent. And when it finally arrived at the top of the hill, the children said, “Mom, we’re going to be here without you.”

And when lying down at night, the mother at the stars and giving thanks, “Today is better than the day before, because my children learn to be resilient in the face of adversity. Yesterday, I gave them courage. Today, I give them strength. ”

And the next day, came the thick cloud that darkens the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil. Make the children stumble and fall, but the mother tried to strengthen them, “Look toward the glory of it.” The children were also obeyed. Above the clouds visible light shines so bright, and the light that is guiding them through the darkness. That night the mother said, “This is the best day. Since I already showed God on my children. ”

Day passes quickly, then changed to the week, month, and year. The mother was getting older and his body became bent. Meanwhile, children grow up big and strong, and walked with a bold move. When the path they went through heavy, children will raise their mothers. In the end they arrived at a hill. Up there, they could see a glowing road and golden gates with the doors wide open. The mother said, “It’s the end of the trip. And now I know, the end of this journey is better than the first because my children can walk alone, and as are my grandchildren. ”

And the children said, “You will always be with us, even though Mom had gone through those gates.” And the children see their mother to walk alone, and the gate was closed behind him. The children said, “We did not see him again, but the mother remains with us. A mother like my mother we were more than just a memory. He is always alive in our hearts. ”

Just like in the story above, our mother was always with us. He’s like rustling leaves as we walk down the street. Our mothers are present in the midst of our laughter. He crystallized in every tear us. He is where we come from, our beloved home; and he is a map that directs step we take. He is love, and no single thing that can separate us from our mothers. Not the time or place … .ataupun death. Because I will always be with us.

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