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daughter wanted a story that tried to mothers that had read many years ago. To write it, the American journalist Erma Bombeck, able to strike up with the same amused indifference wonderful stories, unpopular statements of exquisite subtlety - each of us in life live moments that test his courage. Bring the children a house with a white carpet is one of them - categorical imperatives of boundless wisdom: Do not ever lend your car to someone to whom you have given birth.
Here's the story he wanted to re-read daughter. E 'for her and all those who are mothers and are (or even only) daughters.
The Lord was creating mothers when the angel appeared and said
"This gives you plenty to do here."
And the Lord said "Have you read the characteristics of the order? It must be washable, but not plastic. Have one hundred and eighty shares movable, all replaceable. Work to coffee. Have a kiss that can cure everything from broken leg to the disappointment of love. And to have six pairs of hands. "
The angel shook her head: "Impossible."
"There are the hands that cause me problems, are the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have," said the Lord.
"E 'provided in the standard model?". The Lord nodded: "A couple should see through the camera and another couple that should not see but need to know.."
"Lord, you better go to bed. Tomorrow .... "
"I can not," replied the Lord, "I am close to creating something very similar to me. I already have one that heals herself when she is sick, who knows how to feed a family of six with one pound of ground beef and is able to stand in the shower a child of nine years. "
The Angel took a lap around the Mother. 'It is too early. "
"But tough," said the Lord in excited tone. "I do not You can imagine what it can do and endure this Mother. "
"Sa thinking?".
"Not only that, but also to reason and find compromises."
Then Angel ran his fingers on the cheek of the model: "There is a loss! I told you that we want to put too many things. "
The Lord came to better observe and lifted a finger with a drop of moisture that was there to shine.
"It's not a loss ... It 's a tear."
"A what is it?" Asked the Angel.
"For the joy, sadness, disappointment, pity, sorrow and pride."
"You're a genius," cried the Angel.
The Lord frowned: "That I did not put me."
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