When I was 5 years, love was my mother feeding me with her hands.
When I was 10, love was my mother buying gifts for the littlest chores I did at home.
When I was 20, love was mother calling me everyday on the phone to make sure that I was doing alright.
Now I am nearing 30, she doesn't feed with her hands, neither buys me gifts nor does she call me as often as she used to. But love remains, it remains the same.
My first love, my mom, my Anyu. I will always love you.
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