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Preface

This story is inspired by real life events, the worthy representation of the being who gives us life, who always accompanies us, who supports us and is there for us in good times and bad, the angel that God placed on earth assigned to us since we were placed in her womb: A mother. This story is elaborated for entertainment and reflection purposes.

Prefacio

Esta historia está inspirada en hechos de la vida real, la representación digna del ser que nos da la vida, que nos acompaña siempre, que nos apoya y está en las buenas y en las malas, el ángel que Dios colocó en la tierra asignado a nosotros desde que nos colocaron en su vientre: Una madre. Este relato está elaborado con fines de entretenimiento y reflexión.

A mother's hands weave dreams, those that become reality over time, those that you long to achieve, those that become your goals and with her support you manage to make them come true.

A mother's hands caress with love, a real love that after God, no one could give a selfless and incalculable love better than her.

The hands of a mother that embraces, cares and releases, for her it is difficult any transition, since you were in her womb, she caressed you from her skin and spoke to you in whispers full of love, she told you stories about the world and how happy you would both be once you passed through the birth canal, between your little kicks and cravings that you provided, she told you how much she loved you and longed to have you in her arms, since you were a little seed you became the priority of her life.

She who gave her time and love to you, now has to learn that you have grown up, that she has done a good job of raising you and that you can take care of yourself, she will make you believe that you are strong and independent but she is always watching your life and your steps so that when you stumble, she is the one who will pick you up, she is your mother, she will never let go of your hands from hers.

Las manos de una madre tejen sueños, esos que se convierten en realidad con el tiempo, aquellos que ansias lograr, los que se convierten en tus metas y que con su apoyo logras hacer realidad.

Las manos de una madre acarician con amor, un amor real que después de Dios, nadie podría dar un amor desinteresado e incalculable mejor que ella.

Las manos de una madre que abraza, cuida y suelta, para ella es difícil toda transición, desde que estuviste en su vientre, te acariciaba desde su piel y te hablaba en susurros llenos de amor, te contaba historias sobre el mundo y lo felices que serían los dos una vez pases por el canal de parto, entre tus pataditas y antojos que le proporcionabas, ella te contaba lo mucho que te amaba y ansiaba tenerte entre sus brazos, desde que eras una pequeña semillita te convertiste en la prioridad de su vida.

Llegado el día creciste y buscaste independizarte, formar otra familia, ella que entregó su tiempo y su amor a ti, ahora tiene que aprender que creciste, que ha hecho un buen trabajo de crianza y puedes cuidarte solo, te hará creer que eres fuerte e independiente pero ella siempre vigilando tu vida y tus pasos está para cuando tropieces, sea ella quien te levantará, es tu madre, nunca soltará tus manos de las suyas.

Hands that heal, hands that love, hands that produce food and abundance, are the hands of a mother.