At the stroke of midnight, she encircles her son in a
bear hug and whispers “Happy birthday”. He turns ten today. He doesn't say a ‘Thank
you’. Doesn't look at her. Just flashes a divine smile, oblivious of his
mother’s love. Tears blur her vision. He’s very special to her. Yes, very
special...and specially abled.....
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A mother's love is divine and cannot distinguish between a normal and a special child.For a mother her child is her child.
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DeleteVery innovatively said Tarang loved it!
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It has divinity of motherhood...truly wow...
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Deletebeautiful beyond !! Touched .. indeed mum's child no matter how is always special .
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