Every morning before dawn she woke up and made us breakfast. She didnít want us go to school with an empty stomach. She warmed up the milk and boiled us water so we could wash our self.
I remember when I was a little kid, she brought and fetch me from school everyday.
Each time I was sad she went sit next to me and tried to comfort me.
The most beautiful memory of them all when she told me stories before I felt into sleep.
We didnít have a rich childhood. After we went to bed she continued her work to earned more money so we didnít have to suffer.

Give me a fucking break, it has never happened. I just try to make shit looks beautiful.