A mother who gave us birth. He was a prankster who raised me not to climb was not a swarm of mosquitoes. We have also a mother crying at night, patiently rose to lull baby crying mother, and if we still want to hold on to the ball. When we grew up, I was taught to walk, speak, teach us to teach, write books, but also a waste of our money washing, ironing mother to do what we like best. I think this will do to the children. When we are sick mother who is waiting for a drug to be taken to the doctor watched us eat not far away. Let us wait blanket Even when asleep or waking