
I carried my child in my womb for ten months...
I fed him with my milk...
I took care of him through sleepless nights...
I was his first doctor...
I was his first teacher...
When he didn't eat even one meal, I tried to make him eat by making different kinds of food...
I gave my rest, dreams, work, time, and money generously for the child...
I took care of him to the best of my ability in his little pain, sorrow, and trouble..
I gave the child the best even if it wasn't for me..
So during this difficult time, I endured everything and still dedicate myself to him alone...
I don't think anyone else will take care of my child as well as I can...
Although I am not perfect, I have more responsibility for my child than anyone else...
Therefore, you don't have to worry about my child more than me...



Comments (3)
Wow Aesome
Your words always really resonate with me ❤️
Beautiful story ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️