There’s one of those words that, even though it may seem ver trivial, it really covers everything. There’s a word with many owners that are left without it because we actually never give it back to them.

That word belongs to whom cooks for you and does it with the same care as if you were sick.

That word should go back to whom caresses your hair while sleeping on his knees.

That word belongs to that person who describes your virtues even when you don’t see them.

That word belongs to the one that puts up with you and kiss you after

That word is for the one who leaves work behind to look after you.

That word refers to the one that smiles at you just to get your smile.

There’s a magic word. A word that’s not mine, it’s yours. And I have kept it… that’s why I now give it back to you: THANKS.

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