YOUR MOTHER 

I live in my house with my parents, brothers, sisters and other relatives. 

My father earns money. But my mother runs the home.

 She is a loving mother. She works hard for us. 

As soon as it is morning my mother wakes up. She takes her bath in the river and begins to cook food for all. 

When others and I fall ill, my mother sits beside them and talks to them sweet words. 

None can be like my mother. 

She feels happy when we are growing well. 

We all obey and respect her. 

A motherless home is like an army without its general. 

The mother is higher than heaven. 

I lose my head when I do not see my mother. 

She rises first and sleeps last. 

In a joint family, the mother has an important place.