Love comes first
Love for my mother is like a red rose for it springs from the depths of my heart. It is so deep that it becomes a driving force. This desire to make my mother proud mother’s pride in me shows how much I love her. As a rose is so fragile, so is my mother and I must take care of her so that she can reflect this beauty again and again. She is forever planted in my heart where there is safety and security and the red blood that flows from my heart gives her gives it its red color and is like the water that flows from the fountain to its roots, it will be fed forever.
I am a biomedical laboratory technician. I live in Chad.
