Once, there is a young mother who set foot on the path of life. "Far away his journey?" He asked. And the guide replied, "Yes, the line is heavy. And you will grow old before you reach the end of the journey. But the end of the journey will be better than the beginning. "
The young mother seemed happy, but she did not quite believe that things could be better than the times she had been through. The mother was playing with her children, collecting flowers for them along the way, bathing them in a clear river. They were bathed in warm sunshine. The young mother said loudly, "Nothing is more beautiful than this."
When the night comes, a storm makes the streets dark. The children shook with fear and cold. The mother hugged the children and covered them with her coat. The children said, "Mother, we are not afraid because you are near us. Because there is a mother, we will not get hurt. "
The next morning, his mother and children climbed a hill. Over time they become tired. However, the mother always says to her children, "Patience a little longer, we will surely arrive." The words just made the children excited again to continue their ascent. And when they finally reached the top of the hill, the children said, "Mother, we can not get here without you."
And when lying down at night, the mother looked at the stars and gave thanks, "Today is better than the day before, because my children learn to be steadfast in the face of trouble. Yesterday, I gave them courage. Today, I give them strength. "
And the next day, came a thick cloud that darkens the earth, clouds of war, hatred and evil. Make the children trip and fall, but the mother tries to strengthen them, "Look at that glorious light." The children obeyed. Above the clouds the light shines brightly, and it is that light that guides them through the darkness. That night the mother said, "This is the best day. Because I have shown God to my children. "
The day passed quickly, then changed with weeks, months, and years. The mother begins to age and her body becomes bent. Meanwhile, his children grew big and strong, and walked with bold steps. When the way they went was heavy, the children would pick up their mother. In the end they arrived on a hill. Up there, they could see a luminous street and a golden gate with the door wide open. The mother said, "This is the end of the journey. And now I know, the end of this trip is better than the beginning because my children can walk on their own, and so do my grandchildren. "
And the children said, "Mother will always be with us, even though Mother has gone through the gate." And the children saw their mother walking alone, then the gate closed behind her. The boys said again, "We did not see him anymore, but Mother is still with us. A mother like our Mother is more than a memory. He always lives in our hearts. "
Just as in the story above, our mother is always with us. He sounds like the foliage as we walk down the street. Our mother is present in the middle of our laughter. He crystallizes in each of our tears. It's where we come from, our favorite home; and it is the map that directs the steps we take. He is our love, and there is nothing to separate us from our mother. Neither time, nor place ... nor death. Because Mom will always be with us.