The boundless powers of a mother’s love
The Child’s words, his innocence and his cheerfulness made Mother Drop think about her own child, who was just as energetic. She started thinking: memories, each one more beautiful than the other, were parading in the labyrinths of her mind.
She went into the closet holding the most precious memories, and she saw again the moments when she bathed her child. She was plunging him carefully in the tepid water which she had tested many times before bathing him, so that its temperature would not hurt the baby’s gentle skin! And the little one, oh Lord, how he was struggling to catch the playful lather, beating with his little hands the foamy water in which his mother always took care to scatter some basil leaves! Then she would take him out with the sam
