I was 8 or 9. It was around 7-8 PM. I saw my mom praying passionately, her cheecks were totally wet. I could not hear what was she saying. I ran toward her:
- "Mom why are you crying?"
- "Nothing honey, I am just praying!"
- "Mom if I become a good girl, keep my room clean and do my assignments on time, will you not cry anymore? "
- "That would be pleasant, sweetheart "
- " So how about Roja (my sister) and Mazi (my brother)"
- "You do your part, that would be enough!"
and I promised ...
I love you Mom, Happy your days Happy your nights
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