One day I hold my mother’s hand.

My mother was sleeping, and I was awake, suddenly, I saw her hand, and I hold it, it is not beautiful, when I touched it, I felt it very rough. But how many times it gave me peace.  I hold it,  seemed I had grown up, that time, I felt peace too. Thank you, Lord,  gives me a precious mom.

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God bless us, Have A GOOD Day.