I write these lines with a strong emotion within because I believe there is nothing as powerful and glorious as a mother on earth, and although my mother would never understand this, I want to dedicate this posting to her.
My mother is a beautiful woman with a kind soul. As a child she took off her own dress and offered it to a poor girl in the street; her parents were very upset and she was punished for this. She always had an open heart, listening to others, wishing them well, and praying for them.
My mother is also a powerful woman, and sometimes even a bit bossy with others. She has a powerful sense of integrity and fairness and she sticks by her decisions. Her joy and appreciation of life is to go to church and spend quality time with family and friends.
She dreamed that her daughters will see the world; something that she could not even think of for herself as she lived under the communist regime, and she achieved her dream.
I love my mother and I am in deep gratitude to her for all that I am and all that I have become I owe to her.
To my mother and to all the mothers in the world I say: I love you, I respect you, and I bless you.