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Dear Mother

Dear Mother,

I know I haven't always been a perfect son but nonetheless, I can never disregard the years of sacrifices and immense love you've showered me with ever since I came to life. Thank you for the unconditional love and the never ending support and protection you raised me with. Thank you for being my friend, my confidante, my first teacher, my mentor and above all a lovely mother. Thank you for instilling a sense of morality and humanity in me. I may not tell you this very often, but none of your efforts have ever gone unnoticed in my eyes. I'm sorry for all the tears you've shed, all the moments you've thought of giving up, all the times you were tired but wouldn't stop working to make sure I'm well fed and happy.

Thank you staying up with me whenever I had to stay up all night for my preparations. You always made sure to give me company and not leave me alone. Thank you for being my wall and not letting the world break me down. Thank you for saving me from Dad's anger when I make blunders. Thank you for being patient with all my tantrums and stupidity. You've taught me things that hundreds of years of education probably never could.

Thank you for letting me know that it's the mistakes that help us grow and that's I shouldn't be afraid of committing a few. Thank you for helping me through all my problems and issues which I mess up due to my inexperience. I'm so grateful that you listen to all the questions I raise on every new thing I learn. Honestly, I wouldn't dare to discuss those with anyone else.

Thank you for being a part of all my smiles and tears. Thank you for comforting me whenever my occassional restlessness shows up. You've always been good to me, even when I didn't deserve it most of the times. Thank you for a patient ear and sincere criticism whenever required. Thank you for guiding me to the path of faith and teaching me to respect and accept everyone's differing opinions.

Thank you for pushing me towards my goals and guiding me through the rough phases of life. While Dad taught me that everything has a price, you taught me that it's not always just the price that matters, most of the times it's the intention that makes all the difference. Thankyou for passing down some of the best qualities of you in me. You made me the keen learner I'm proud of being now. Thank you for teaching me to be humble no matter what heights I reach.

You've been the best a mother could possibly ever be. I'm grateful for everything you've done for me but above all, I'm grateful for you. You make me a better person everyday. You've moulded a speck of dust I am into a reflection of you. I wouldn't be the person I am today if it weren't for you. All I am or I'll ever be, I owe it all to you. You're my hero and I love you with all my heart. I wish that smile on your face never goes.

Love for life and beyond.

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  1. A beautiful note to your mother with a beautiful picture. Your mother would be really proud of you.

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