My mother is another woman. He stops and looks, when he frowns, alas! say, what happened? But he is so full of love, he only puts that look on people he doesn't know...
My mother is forgiving. No matter how mischievous his son is, he makes a little poop and then he warms up to his bosom…
My mother is a young woman..! He tells the truth, if he only knew that he would be insulted for this cause, he would still not turn away from his path...
My mother is Cabbar..! Even if it is destroyed, it rises from its ashes, fights, and in my eyes even won because it fought.
Even keeping our family together for years is the most beautiful of the struggles.
My mother is my dearest lover, my mother. Glad I was able to get to the bottom of it.
Since we are still on Valentine's Day, happy Valentine's Day to our dearest and mothers...