Life of a Mother

Maybe you saw the sweaty clothes of the worker, you didn't see the scream of that mother at noon. Her little boy is crying, his stomach is very hungry. Can this hunger be suppressed by sweet words of mouth !!Hunger, sorrow, laughter, complaints disappear. The evening is approaching, Khoka's eyes are closed. Mother's hunger is sitting down again, mother is crying. It is not possible to multiply it. These are the real women, the mother of all of us