Mother love
Me
My name is Nusrat Jahan My home is Bangladesh. I am a college student. I have just started studying in college.
Hello friends, I hope everyone is well. I will share with you today. My mother's love is with me all the time and I want to share with you a little bit about how my mother's love works when she leaves me at school.
When I go to school, my mother wakes me up in the morning, wakes me up and gives me breakfast. She makes all the clothes and books for my school. I am a very loving girl to my mother. In all my work my mother cooperates with me very much and in her love I surround myself.
With great difficulty he woke up and took me to college and brought me. But when he dropped me off at college he had to come back home again. The college is about two kilometers away from my home, a 2 kilometer road my mother walks on foot. If I arrange for Riska to rent for him, he will still hire Riska and walk to China and tell me to have breakfast with that money.
Even though I have money for breakfast, my mother does not take money from me. She does not want to take my money and sometimes she gives me a lot of money to use my money for my needs.
When he takes me to school, he looks at me so that I don't have any problem with his clothes. He tells me that we want a rickshaw. He wants to take a rickshaw when he takes me, but he doesn't drive himself. I feel very bad.
Mother is not compared to anyone in the world. Mother's love is the best love. We should do what mother wants. We should be happy and at peace, we should get along well with our mother. We should fulfill our duty by serving the mother as a child.
My mother is very upset if I never want to eat or drink at school and she wants me out of the house. If I don't, she takes me to the hotel and has breakfast there. If I don't want to have breakfast because I know my mother doesn't have money, I have to collect money from my father. My father gives me a lot of money for school and buys different kinds of books, so I don't want to take money from my mother.
This is a picture taken with my elder brother's mobile. My mobile phone is broken. I'm sorry. I will fix my mobile tomorrow. And the more I write about my mother, the less I will write. No one can be compared to my mother. When I write about my mother, I will end up tonight, so I will forgive the mistake I have made till today.
Some of you who are there will never treat your mother badly or treat her well. You will see that you will win with everything in the world.
| camera | samsung |
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| 16 | Mega pixel |
| Location | Bogra, Bangladesh |