Comrades! Have you ever seen the people closest to them as they slept?
Watch the mother! her skin begins to wrinkle and the hands that once caressed you when the baby has now been roughened by a hard life. Mothers who every day take care of the needs of his children, this is the person who every time to remember his son, so as not to fall into the things that are not natural. And unfortunately, that advice is often misunderstood.
This woman who has the power to be able to bear the baby of his heart into the world. Although often he gets a slur from his son.
This woman who has the patience to care for his family, though tired, skait, tired, but he never complained. And this woman also has a sense of sensitivity and affection to love her children in any situation and condition, although not infrequently his children hurt his aht, and this feeling also that can provide comfort and warmth to his children who lapsed in the embrace she called.
And now move on, look at Dad! Look when he is sleeping, realize friends! What an old, muscular body is now getting old and frail, how white hairs begin to adorn their heads, how the wrinkles begin to sculpt on their faces. This is the person who works hard each day for the welfare of his children. This person is willing to do anything for the sake of his children.
Look deep into the faces of our loved ones, our mothers, our fathers, and feel the energy of love flowing slowly as we see the sleeping, innocent face.
Feel the thrill of love that flows when remembering how much sacrifice they have made for our happiness. The sacrifices that are sometimes covered by a small misunderstanding that somehow always seem great.
the sacrifice is again visible through honest faces about their being asleep. sacrifices that are sometimes exhausting, but they are reluctant to reveal to whom they are tired
Give them forgotten love, while there is still time. Before losing a chance, ask yourself what we have done for them.
Think about it! Think about it! Have we become a proud baby?
Simply just cry and wail, if tomorrow they, the beloved is no longer open the eyes forever.
