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RUN OVER

(Series as a whole)
In most homes of the United States of America, it is our own mothers and fathers (mostly mom, she=love) that care for us since we are born. They are our first idea of love; they are love. They nurture our little, totally dependent selves, with the greatest skill and the greatest love. They’re always looking after us, roughly spending a night without us by their side. They educate us, train us to be good, chastise the bad, grow us up and thus we are what we are because of them. To some people, that seems to be as much importance as stepping on dog shit, minimal. Once they grow age and categorize themselves as independent, they just go away from their parents. It could be our natural intuition and it definitively is our natural conduct. We thank them and just part our ways.
But what happens when it is them (our parents) that need our help? Yes, we may lend a hand, or offer some assistance, but very difficultly do we take it in our hands and dive head first to work and be the one, like our mothers where once, like our fathers cared for us. Especially when something serious (God forbid) happens to them, like Alzheimer disease. What happens then? Some few will take matters in their own hands, while even fewer will stay there as time passes on. Sure, they’ll visit occasionally on holidays and when they’re available. But that’s not the unconditional care and love we received. Our parents practically did everything for us, and gave us all we needed. It is impressive how some people get disgusted by their own parents. How some aren’t capable of cleaning their own mothers ass. Or worst, not being able to set away some time for the ones they owe the most. When does this apathy appear? Why are we alienated by our creators (the sole reason we live and are what we are? How can some just act anonymous, act as if it does not concern them, do practically nothing about it.

(Picture alone)
There is no greater love a human can feel towards another human than the love a mother experiences towards her child. The unconditional love that reaches the epitome of human sensation. The baby is further apathetic to the rest of the external world, BUT not to her mother as he can distinguish different characteristics about his mother and differentiate her from any other person.

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Description
RUN OVER

(Series as a whole)
In most homes of the United States of America, it is our own mothers and fathers (mostly mom, she=love) that care for us since we are born. They are our first idea of love; they are love. They nurture our little, totally dependent selves, with the greatest skill and the greatest love. They’re always looking after us, roughly spending a night without us by their side. They educate us, train us to be good, chastise the bad, grow us up and thus we are what we are because of them. To some people, that seems to be as much importance as stepping on dog shit, minimal. Once they grow age and categorize themselves as independent, they just go away from their parents. It could be our natural intuition and it definitively is our natural conduct. We thank them and just part our ways.
But what happens when it is them (our parents) that need our help? Yes, we may lend a hand, or offer some assistance, but very difficultly do we take it in our hands and dive head first to work and be the one, like our mothers where once, like our fathers cared for us. Especially when something serious (God forbid) happens to them, like Alzheimer disease. What happens then? Some few will take matters in their own hands, while even fewer will stay there as time passes on. Sure, they’ll visit occasionally on holidays and when they’re available. But that’s not the unconditional care and love we received. Our parents practically did everything for us, and gave us all we needed. It is impressive how some people get disgusted by their own parents. How some aren’t capable of cleaning their own mothers ass. Or worst, not being able to set away some time for the ones they owe the most. When does this apathy appear? Why are we alienated by our creators (the sole reason we live and are what we are? How can some just act anonymous, act as if it does not concern them, do practically nothing about it.

(Picture alone)
There is no greater love a human can feel towards another human than the love a mother experiences towards her child. The unconditional love that reaches the epitome of human sensation. The baby is further apathetic to the rest of the external world, BUT not to her mother as he can distinguish different characteristics about his mother and differentiate her from any other person.

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