There is a place in the world that you can't forget.
Maples and poplars guard the little house there.
I hurry to that house with my heart and soul,
As if I find a door to my childhood there.
As soon as I open the door - and I'm five again,
Mom asks me to put my hat on again...
And nothing in the world can replace
the home where we are children, under our mothers' wings.
When Mom hugs you, it warms your soul,
Even if our path is covered with snow.
A quiet conversation, tea with mint
Will smooth out all the hills of life's roads.
There is a place in the world full of warmth,
There is nothing more wonderful - it's Mom's house!
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Arfiya khan
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