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IT IS JUST "LABOR OF LOVE" FOR PARENTS
B I R T H D A Y S, to my mind, are best celebrated with those who have brought you to this world; your parents.
They
think the world of you and the occasion has great significance for
them. I say this from personal experience; I feel the world when it
comes to the birthdays of my children. And the chain continues...
I
remember my parents this day with gratitude for all their love, care
and the hard work in bringing me up and making me what I am. I owe my
whole existence to them.
On my birthday, today, I bow my head in reverence and gratitude to the memory of my parents.
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