To my beautiful woman. You are my flower,you are always the one who suffers so that I can bear it. When I think, "Why don't you do the opposite?" But my mother could only smile and gently say: "When you grow up, you will understand." I was so gentle and warm. When do I think: How can a child live without a mother? Without a mother, what would the children be like? And I know, without the mother, the children will become unloving, without the mother, the children will have the warm love of women for their children.