Unclassified Bases

I have a mother, which is a precious encounter that one still has on this earth. She has slept in hospitals as if it was my first home and woke up beside me; make sure that I am still exchanging life with air. In her life, she is known to be the one responsible for taking care of the household, the cleaning, the children, the cooking. She is the sweeping hands in almost everything. Most of us can relate that to our mothers or yourself as a mother.  I wonder if one ever wondered whether they ever dreamt of being a mother or becoming the hands that sweep. As a young girl, most of us, play with dolls and emulate being a mother to a model of a human being, specifically, a baby or young woman. However, it subconsciously sticks to your mind throughout your teenage years to your adulthood where one is in a time where they consciously think of family, when it is just a subconscious reminder of caressing dolls. It sometimes brings out the child in you although the child in you cannot take car