I don't know if you have ever heard people say that a woman has the heart of a mother. If you have not I have and several times too. The first time I did I reflected over it deeply. I discovered that the expression captures the essence of a mother: a patient, loving, meek, kind and caring female parent who is at all times ready to go to any length to satisfy her child or children. She is also a mother to her husband and sometimes to neighbor's children. I asked myself if another woman could be that nice to me but couldn't find a good answer.All the same I am of the school that says" Noone can love us more than our mother". For which reason I think that I can't like anybody more than my mama . Mothers are the umbrella that shelter's us from the rains and sunshine.

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Have you ever wondered why mother's are celebrated in our society today. The Churches dedicated specific Sunday in a year called "Mothering Sunday" for celebrating our mothers. Isn't it wonderful? Every 8th day of March since 2011 women are celebrated for their social, cultural, educational, economic and political achievements. It's because of their love for mankind. And when we ask who these women are we find out that they are our mothers. Without mothers we won't be brought into this world. They are the path through which we entered the world and I ask which love can be more than this. If mother's did not go to our fathers we won't be born and won't be writing on this very topic " mother's love is endless." Indeed, it has no limit. Do mothers have hatred? Is it also limitless?
There will be no world without mothers. If you want to end the world exterminate our mothers.

Mothers carry us in the womb for nine months, stake their necks so that we maybe born safely and most of them trade off their lives in the process of creating lives without even seeing the new lives, those of them who are fortunate to survive continue to show love and care: washing our dresses, bathing us, carrying our faeces and cleaning us husband's at old age when we are sick and can no longer take care of ourselves and mourn us when we die, starving so that we may eat and sometimes sell off their priceless possessions so that we may be sent to school and become important in the society. I am never surprised when I see things like the following image about our mothers

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I feel guilty anytime I didn't appreciate my mother for the much she has done for me. We are never old before our mothers. My mother even though very old still see me as that baby she put to bed the other day and whom she has a duty to nurse and nurture until she dies. Mothers take care of us that they also may be cared for . Nothing on earth can be more than the love of a mother.

Conclusion

My short story written in the first person pronoun is a fiction. It is not real life. My story recounts the love of a mother and that our mothers have limitless reservoir of love for her children. If I continue to recount acts of love that mothers do it will take me days to end it. Just accept the saying that mother's Love is endless is apt. Thank you for reading my story.