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  • Women from different parts of the world are united by their hearts, by the same experiences: falling in love, getting married, the birth of the first child, the first grandchild, the dead of a love one, and the hopes for happiness.
    Tears do not know of different races. Tears are tears wherever they are. Sadness speak the same language, the language of the soul with the words from the heart.
    They work, they love, they learn and sometimes even if they cannot learn they work and they love the same.
    They see the time passing by and the children growing up and the love fading fast.
    They suffer in silence working under the rain. They work even more under the sun , leaving their youth behind .
    They forget who they are and what are their needs are. They give and give .Sometimes they are not appreciated but they keep the path of being a woman. No men will never understand.
    Women of the world be blessed.
    As mothers
    As wife’s
    As friends
    As angels from this Earth.
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