My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for all those months with nausea. Then she watched her feet swell and her skin stretch. She teared sometimes. She struggled to climb stairs. She got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights.

She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher and my best friend.

She has struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me, and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted, without realizing what she has done

Answered by nahu khan, 16 Jul '12 12:39 am