For my mom.
A mother is a woman, whose soul is a temple of art. Her face is a canvas of memories, where every pain and regret are etched in the lines on her forehead, sometimes stretching to her temple. 435 more words
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So you are a jet-setting Mom who wakes up at the wee hours of the day, tends to her family, prepares six meals for her tot who has to be sent to the day-care, for the in-laws waiting at home and your lunch, you hardly catch yourself a quick five-minute to spruce up your face ( 1,087 more words