My Mother

My mother never ever gave up on my sister and I. We were, and still are the most precious achievement that she has. We are the air she breathes. She has always sweat blood and sacrificed anything and everything in order for my sister and I to understand what is right or wrong. My mothers heart is larger than life, and so is mine. I've noticed a dormant source of energy and strength that can overcome any possible obstacle that my mind, body, and soul may face. My mom has implemented the concepts of pain, love, passion, work, respect, responsibility, sacrifice, and patience in me. I believe I'm completely prepared in time of a sudden crisis.

My mother has aged now, and I've been noticing it. Her working labor is beginning to be an everyday struggle. My sister is still young and doesn't seem to understand what is going on, so I'm going to work and study as hard as I can every single day. I'll never whine about how tiring or hard everyday will be either. I'm looking forward to being so busy; that I won't have time for friends or lunch. I'm going to make sure my mom will live a retired life. I'm going to make sure she travels to places she hasn't seen. I'm going to make sure that all her love towards my sister and I pays off. My moms is a rare symbol. And I love her so much that I can't even comprehend it sometimes.