My Mother
When I was in school I read a story of the most beautiful woman. This is what I remember – A little girl was lost and crying uncontrollably. The villagers asked the sobbing child to describe her mother.She could only say she is the most beautiful one. The villagers pointed one beautiful woman after another but none of them were her mother. Finally a one eyed, tired looking woman comes running and hugs her lost child. The child at last relieved hugs her mother then turns to the villagers and says, “See! This is my… Read More »My Mother