Mother

Once in a class, children were asked to write an essay on their mother. After writing the essay, the children submitted the paper. While checking the paper of a child, suddenly the teacher started crying loudly. All the teachers ran to him and took the child's essay from his hand and started reading that essay one by one. Everyone's eyes became moist after reading this. Later a teacher read that essay aloud to everyone. Which was like "Mom I don't want a mother with mobile , I don't want a mother with jeans.

I want a mother like Tinku's mother who cooks food with her own hands and feeds me when I am hungry and not by asking for food from the hotel. I want a mother who spends time with me and is not always busy with parties with her friends. I want a mother who will stay with me, drop me off at school. Educate me. Whose priority should be my childhood, not to give my childhood in the hands of the servants to go ahead in the career.

I want a mother who tells me stories at night and doesn't hand me a mobile phone to play video games. I want my real mother. Everyone was shocked to hear the child's feelings.