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A little boy asks his mother:

- Why do you cry?

- Because i am a woman, she answers.

- I don't undertsand, he says.

His mother hugs him and says:

-and you never will.

Later the little boy askes his father:

- Why does mommy cry?

- All women cry for no reason.

This is all that his father coulld answer him.

When he become an adult he asked god:

- God, why do women cry so easily?

- When i created woman, she needed to be special.

I created her shoulders strong enough to bear the weight of the world, and soft enough to be comfortable.

- I gave her the strength to give life.

The kind that accepts the rejection that often comes from children.

- I gave her the srength to allow her to go on when everybody else give up.

The kind that takes care of her family, despite illness and fatigue.

- I gave her the sensitivity to endure her husband in his faults,

and to stay at his side without weakening.

- And finally, i gave her tears to shed whenever she needs them to be shed.

- You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

nor is it in her face or in the way she does her hair.

The beauty of a woman resides in her eyes.

It is the door to her heart;

the door where Love resides.

And it is often through her tears that you see her heart go by.

- gotten from my collegue, shanice. :)