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A lot of things to talk about mom. This blog may be filled up as I write, but there is no end to mother's singing, mother's love, mother's love, mother's love for her child, children's duty, respect and love. I am not able to know how many poets and writers have written about their mothers. Sometimes we give trouble to the mother without realizing it or not. After God, maybe there is someone in the world who endures all the pain silently, that person is mother. Among the thousands of pains given to my mother, one always haunts me. That was a long time ago. Can't forget in any way.

When I was a child, once I saw a new mango ripening on the elder's mango tree, I immediately got up and plucked it. Don't give the sweet mango share to anyone, what happens at a young age. That day I know why my mother said let's see how the taste of mangoes? I said "no" and went away and played the game alone. Maybe mother didn't feel any pain in not giving it to her, she smiled lovingly and got satisfaction from seeing me eating mangoes. But even though I had the satisfaction of eating the sweet mango that day, that taste is still bitter in my whole soul. Whenever I take a mango to eat, I remember that day of my mother. The stupidity of that day still makes me cry. Why didn't I give it to my mother? I can't forgive myself in any way, Jayona. I can't even tell my mother, mother, I don't have the face to say at least forgive even one of the millions of injuries and pains given to you. So I say to myself "Mother forgive me"