A mom's love towards her child is unique. She feeds her child with her blood as breastmilk. Until her last breast she lives for her child.
The smoke from the mud oven irritated Lakshmi’s eyes. She stood up from the floor where she was sitting on her feet with folded knees. She moved a few steps to take the sticks for the oven.
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