Love for Mother

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A pleasant-faced woman boarded a bus with her two small sons during the busy noon hour of the holiday season. The smaller boy sat with his mother upon one side of the bus, while the other, who was about four years old, took a seat opposite. It interested him to look out of the window, but frequently he glanced across at his mother. At length he called softly, “Mother!” “Mother!” This time it was said a bit louder, and the mother looked over and smiled. The boy’s eyes lighted, and he whispered: “Mother! I love you.” The mother turned a glorified face upon her small son, and men and women in the bus looked tenderly from one to the other. The city bus had suddenly become a place of blessing because a little boy had voiced this ever beautiful sentiment: “Mother, I love you.”

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