[A son leaving the homeland. A mother impatient to hear back from him. The son became busy. For the mother, it wasn't easy.]
"Call me soon"
"I will"
2 days.
I will call tomorrow.
4 days.
Tomorrow definitely.
A week.
Surely on weekend.
Finally I called.
She cried.
Today I called again.
And we cried together.
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ITS TURE WATEVER ALL
MOMS R SAME ALL SONS R SAME BUSY
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