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"Superwoman"

All mothers are great, but mine is the greatest.
Sounds like a cliché.
Even so, she truly is the greatest, bravest and the perfect mother one could ever ask for.
Let's start from the beginning, when we were little girls.
My mother used to work at a school. She had been an exemplary teacher to her students. I still remember the way her students used to come and tell us stories from her classroom, the way they used to appreciate her. Their eyes used to sparkle with great admiration and respect. She had always been the darling favorite teacher. And, I am so proud of her.
I really am.
So, where were we? The school, yes!
Mama used to go to her school every day around 7:30 in the morning. I marvel at her management skills, the way she took care of ourselves, home and her school.
Only a super human with super powers could do such wonders.
Today, when I am an adult woman, let me correct, an adult lazy woman with a degree in management. I really wish I could be half as good as her! Despite having the busiest schedule, she used to call us trillion times just to inquire if we had our lunch.
Like every other workplace, she used to have get togethers, farewells and parties at her school, with all the good food and company. While everyone was rejoicing themselves, my mother was the one saving her share of food for her little girls. Not because she could not afford to provide us with good food, nonetheless, she could not eat that food without us being around. She could not feel delighted without her little girls. While her little girls were doing absolutely fine. She always used to bring that food for us to give a little treat.
I really wonder how can someone be so selfless. How can a mother love her children more than anyone or anything.
This is divine.
The attribute is absolutely exceptional.
Mama! You are a superwoman. 
You really have those incredible powers to tame an unruly child like me. 
You taught me to be a better version of myself. You are still teaching me, every day, to be a better person, a better human being, to be empathetic, kind and gentle.
I owe you everything, mommy!
I am so blessed to have a mother like you, while you deserved a better child.
I love you, mama Jan! 

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