I love my mother. She always accompanied me shopping since I was little. She also taught me how to study. When I was sick, she was always by my side and took care of me... Ever since I passed puberty, I've been conscious of my mother as a woman. Her sweaty chest while cleaning, her nape after a bath, her thighs as I apply body cream... One day, I realized that my mother was also conscious of me as an adult...