​Dear mother,
How would I live, if it weren’t for your feeding?
How would I live, if it weren’t for your affection?
How would I even be sane, if it weren’t for your hugs and kissing?
How would I survive, if it weren’t for your natural information?!
How would have I been able to walk, if it weren’t for your fingers laced through mine?
How, oh, how...