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My Mother




            My mother is perhaps my number one favorite person in the entire universe. There are
plenty of reasons for this including her unconditional love for me and my siblings, her constant
sacrifices in a bid to ensure our happiness, her inner strength that makes the world a better place
to live, her immense wisdom buried deep within her soul. With an old body she shared her heart,
warmth and love.

She is an eldery woman with a beautiful face, and a mole on the right of her cheek. She
has a black and shiny long hair, she is not so tall, she has a sharp gaze with a round black eyes.
Her skin is brown with the burns of her arm, she has the burns skin of her arm because she
always get splashed by fried oil. She never showed her pain.

She is strong person in the world. She had to hard work to earn money, She and my father
owns a small restaurant in a market, She always gets up early to work while everyone else is
asleep, she has to shoping at market, to cook more than ten meals, to serve hundreds of starving
people. Everything she does is just to make her family happy.

She will do everything for her family especially for her childern. She does everything
with smile even when she’s sad, because she knows that showing sorrow to her childern will
make his childern sad too. She wants her childern to be happy, because when her childern is
happy she will be happy too. That’s why she loved her family so much.

           



            Family is the most important part of her life. She loved her children and her husband, she
had a five children and they were all a boys. When she took care of the five of us she never
differentiated her children, and she has her way of taking care of her children. How she managed
to do this is still a mystery to my siblings and I. she took a firm stand for her life and family.

            She always taught me everything in my life. I remember when I’m confused about
Something, she tells me “in this world there are many kinds of choices, there are good and bad
choices, make your choices whether it’s good or bad, but you have to take responsibility for your
choices if you can’t then don’t choose” she freed me everything in my life as long as I took
responsibility.

            She is a wise woman that I have ever met in this world. She always gives me wise
solution to solve my problem. My mother  know how to get on in the world in all kinds of
situations and with all kinds of people. She always taught me what’s good and bad in life, and
always supported me of any situations with her advice.

            My mother is my idol. Like most people, I want to be my idol too. She has a good and
strong personality. I can’t imagine life without my mom. I wouldn’t be who I am now without
her. She can’t never replaced by anyone. I love him a lot. Someday, I want to be like her who can
love so much her family with all her heart.





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