she's done her everything for the family even to the extent of giving up her dreams for her mighty children - the shimmery gems God-sent.
slogging for years she finally sees pride in her children's achievement which is something she had hoped beyond hope. what she soon came to realise is that perhaps the past toll will wear her machinery down one by one. one by one.
all mothers how strong, they shed tears for their children at the slightest hurt.
all mothers how strong, they fear their last to care for their fledglings.
the day she lie on the bed struggling with the incoming anesthesia was the day i learn you needn't be awake to cry.
do check out my new Flickr album by clicking the link on the right, hope its quite locatable :p
anyways, enjoy the week dudes!
im back to reading Sister's Keeper.
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