I have a story to share it's lovely i guarantee you'll feel warmth.
Here goes nothing read hard!Clara is a mother of 3 ranging from youngest 2 to oldest 14 , A woman who believe in nurturing the mind was more important than trival chores. Housekeeping wasn't a priority though their home was in a chaos alway but Clara's family was a boisterous bunch, with their carefree, upbeat attitube towards life. She never fails to stop the ironning to help with the cheerleading project or to switch off the vaccumm and calls the whole family to wood trecking to gather specimens for a child science's project not forgetting she's a soul breader and never knew the happiness indulgence you might get if you're in their family.
Happiness took for a harshes turn, Clara was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer which was in to the last stage. . She Lowered her past cheerful voice to her children, they couldn't accept the fact that their span of time was goona end so soon. Dreading the sorrow and gloom, Clara told them the greatest gift they could give to her was to carry on as if nothing was amiss. They Masked up their stormy deep sorrowful face and Decorated Clara's head turban(cover up the baldness) And the unthinkable came, but her oldest daughter juicy was acting all laughing and cheerful i've asked "aren't you suppose to be sad? " She hearts out and said "Her mother left her note of funny letters all around the house. The Children than tore the house apart finding all letters her mother hidden. The feeling was like having their Mum back in the house again.
Christmas came and all four received letters and gifts from their mum. In the followed year , Messages continued sporadically. Mountains of letters flooded in during Juicy graduation and even her wedding dinner ~ Her mother had entrusted letters to her friends which were to be delivered to them on special day. Even on the day Juicy's Baby was born . Each Child received short funny letters until their last adulthood.
I Often thought of the pain in Juicy's Mum and the mischievous joy she felt when hidding these letter. But through it all I've marveled at the wonderful memories she left those children, despite the pain she quietly suffered and the anguish she must have felt leaving her Family. Those unselfish acts exemplify the greatest mother's love. Every Letter she wrote was bleeding hurt down in her heart yet she choose to leave them in a spontaneous way that Clara maybe dead, but her Love wasn't . . happy early mothers day people.
I was caught being a retard at Nicole house
