My childhood was happy with my mother's love. In my young heart my mother was strong and healthy and never got sick. She took me to the kindergarten and home every day in spite of rain and wind.
But one day after we got home from the kindergarten my mother went into the bedroom and stayed in bed. I didn't know what had happened. I sat beside her and wanted to cry. My mother said to me "It doesn't matter mum has only a stomachache. I will be all right after a while." Although mother said so I found tears in her eyes because of pain. At that time I knew adults also got ill and cried. I decided I would take care of my mother from then on.