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When they were little, they used to say 'Mummy kukku...mummy kukku...' and
hang on their mother's ropes as if they are enjoying the ultimate happiness
in life. What do the little ones understand... no... the little ones understand
a lot of things. The things that touch your heart when you are little,
you will always remember throughout your life...
Do you know... my mother did not give me 'mother's milk'.
A little baby stuck in a mother's bed does not only want to fill its belly.
That is the baby's world... that is the baby's warmth... love, safety
Where it feels the most…
But... I didn't get that warmth and love from my mother when I was little!
When we say 'mother's milk' when we are young, we think of the mother's milk
full of love... But when we grow up, when we say 'mother's milk',
we remember the full breasts of a woman. Something happens to us when
we grow up!
Shall we read a story? But this is not my story...
My mother's story
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