<a href="http://<iframe style="width:120px;height:240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" src="//rcm-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&bc1=000000&IS2=1&bg1=FFFFFF&fc1=000000&lc1=0000FF&t=eeyasu-20&language=en_CA&o=15&p=8&l=as4&m=amazon&f=ifr&ref=as_ss_li_til&asins=B07797YWYH&linkId=89b379bdb71d79a37400c3c2f64cdb09">In more than 100 words or less , people share their poignant tales of the bond between mother and child. Do you like to share your history with me. Take my contact and have your share!

5/ Mothers of Rock – by Paul Anderson, Mt. Pleasant, Michigan

For my brother , <a href="http://<iframe style="width:120px;height:240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" src="//rcm-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&bc1=000000&IS2=1&bg1=FFFFFF&fc1=000000&lc1=0000FF&t=eeyasu-20&language=en_CA&o=15&p=8&l=as4&m=amazon&f=ifr&ref=as_ss_li_til&asins=B00BIWZ8XS&linkId=018bc4ac3ce6150ecb72da6bc89b36c0">my sister, and me, Guitar Her was a competition of who could score the most points on the hardest level. Mom, on the other hand , would play the ten minute “Free bird” on the easiest level while we kids prepared to our next show down. When <a href="http://<iframe style="width:120px;height:240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" src="//rcm-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&bc1=000000&IS2=1&bg1=FFFFFF&fc1=000000&lc1=0000FF&t=eeyasu-20&language=en_CA&o=15&p=8&l=as4&m=amazon&f=ifr&ref=as_ss_li_til&asins=B07R74CV6H&linkId=31b571d4adce75f1f23d0515002a51b8">Mom restarted the songs after missing a note, we all<a href="http://<iframe style="width:120px;height:240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" src="//rcm-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&bc1=000000&IS2=1&bg1=FFFFFF&fc1=000000&lc1=0000FF&t=eeyasu-20&language=en_CA&o=15&p=8&l=as4&m=amazon&f=ifr&ref=as_ss_li_til&asins=B06WGR84QH&linkId=349036aff031d80db5dd9a6d82ec93c9"> shouted our disapproval .

“Rock <a href="http://<iframe style="width:120px;height:240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" src="//rcm-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&bc1=000000&IS2=1&bg1=FFFFFF&fc1=000000&lc1=0000FF&t=eeyasu-20&language=en_CA&o=15&p=8&l=as4&m=amazon&f=ifr&ref=as_ss_li_til&asins=B071JN4FW6&linkId=51c6034f7a6dba9a19b8a65d26fa2683">stars do what they want ,” she said, and we laughed because we agreed.; Mom was a rock star. She is always rock star, Indeed.

4/THE HARDEST CHOICE – by Andriea Cortinas, El Paso, Texas

Thirty- five years ago, when my mom was 22, she became a widow a mother within the same<a href="http://&#8221; class=”aioseop-link”> month.The life she had imagined was stolen in a heartbeat. She tried move on , but was lost. She gave me to my father’s family to raise in United States. Some call her weak;others call her selfish. I could be mad or bitter. Instead, I am grateful for the <a href="http://&#8221; class=”aioseop-link”>life I have and to have a mother who sacrificed our relationship to give me a chance at a better life. She is courageous. She is my mother.

3) A STAND-UP WOMAN By Robin Hynes, Singerland, New York

My mom had a great sense of humor and a knack for making everything fun. One thing that resonated with me , even as small child, was how much she seemed to to enjoy her own company and found ways to entertain herself. As, a kid remember her giggling while paying bills. What was so funny about bill paying? She would put humorous notes in the reference section of the check: For the electronic bill , she might put “You light up my life” and for the mortgage she would write “Four shillings closer to owning it all.”

2) THE NEED NEVER GOES AWAYby Saman Rahman, Paswar, Pakistan

“<a href="http://&#8221; class=”aioseop-link”>Mommy, you are fairy, ” I said. My mother laughed like tinkling bells. “I am serious, Mother. You know everything. ” “My, Child I try to answer as best as I can. When you grow older, you will not need me, ” She said. “No mom, I will always need you. Nothing can change that., ” I said. Her words echo in my heart as look at the blue sky. “Dear, Daughter, nothing remains the same except the vast blue sky.” It has been ten years since I lost my fairy, Mom, you were wrong about on thing I still need you.

1)Two easy words- by Eyasu Esaya

On the first day of first grade, I stood by the front door with butterflies and friends who were crazy busy plays. I voiced my biggest concern to my mother. How will I make friends? ” Crouching in front of me, she handed me advice I carry with me to this day: ” Be Ethiopian. ” Be friends with everyone. Treat everyone equally and fairly. For all of my age, I have lived nimby this words. I am in the real world with different culture and language but I still respect. “Be Ethiopian and be friend with everyone” I know I should still whisper two word just ‘ Be Ethiopian ‘ I love you Mom.

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