Best Mom Around

My parents have taught me to be very open to new opportunities and kind to everyone. My mom in particular always showed me that I always have a voice in all situations. When I was ten years old, I went out to eat with one of my friends and her mother. Our waiter, who was a man, brought out my kids meal of chicken tenders with ranch sauce. A look of disappointment overcame my face when he set the plate down in front of me, as I had ordered barbecue sauce. My first instinct was to look at my friends mom and get her attention before the waiter left our table. When she noticed I had the wrong dipping sauce, she told me to wait until the waiter left then gave him a smile as he continued to serve our food. I assumed that she would call him back over to fix it, but I had overestimated her comfort with

One weekend, we had decided to clean out the house to surprise my mother. My father found papers stashed away that revealed theft charges; my mother had stolen medication when she substituted for the nurse in my elementary school. I remember my dad scouring the house for more evidence, even finding a stash of pill bottles under their mattress. She had another court date coming up that he learned about, just a few weeks before a family trip to Disney. Shortly after that hearing, my family took our last vacation as a whole, knowing that a key member would be lost to us the Monday after our return; she was going into work-release for two months. Before the end of those sixty days, my father learned that my mother had been unfaithful. Their marriage ended, and at eleven and nine, my sister and I said what we didn't realize would be goodbye to our mother for a great while. Her drug abuse continued, and months of time would pass between visits. We saw that sweet, ideal mother devolve into an addict. This loss has shaped me greatly, and it has taught me integrity, strength of character, and great love for others; without these things, my mother cost herself her family and

For giving me birth into this world, I owe my mother my life. Tirelessly, she works everyday at her job to gain more expertise. Adding on to the strain, she also cooks for us often. After being put through so much to achieve her dream of sustaining a healthy family, inviting my mom to dinner with me would give her a break from all the hard work she goes through everyday.

That day I realized I wasn’t as special as I thought I was. I was an accident, a big mistake. I soon realized my mom never graduated from High School and that she could be sent back to Mexico at any moment. My dad, on the other hand, graduated from high school and after I was born he got his associates degree in some type of engineering. My dad’s degree was my families advantage. Even with his degree, my mom is still my idol. She is the toughest person I know. She worked two 8 hour shifts when my dad went to school, she never cared what might happen to her as long as my siblings and I were happy. She walks with honor and pride even when people tried to bring her down, and trust me they tried. They used me as the trigger. I am the reason she never made it to

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Some of my favorite memories are of my mom, older sister and me, dancing around the kitchen, laughing, sharing memories, listening to Bachata and reading recipes. Some days my family and I baked cakes together and laughed with flour all over our faces. Other days, the loud sounds weren’t of laughter, but arguments with family. “Lizmery, tu sabe to el esfuerzo que yo eh hecho por ti y tu hermana, que te esta pasando?” “Lizmery, you know how hard I’ve worked to give you and your sister everything! What is going on?” My mom asked this every time she received my middle school report cards which exposed my failing grades. My mom arrived to the United States in 1999, alone and pregnant with me. She started working at Gondres Bakery in Jamaica Plain using her mother’s recipes to make cakes for the Dominican Community and create a better life for my older sister and me.

For my first Birthday my mom had two parties planned; one on Saturday and the other on Sunday. She called me her “Angle from heaven” and wanted to make sure everyone could be in attendance to celebrate my first year of life. Just like she would have wanted, all of our friends and family were together that weekend, but instead of celebrating my birthday, they were mourning her death.

My mum and I were never really close; furthermore, our relationship dwindled as I sprouted into my teenage years. On my 23rd birthday, after what seemed like an eternity of maternal absence, we ran into each other in Central Park. The encounter was strange, yet jocund at the same time. After greeting her, I pulled out a pack of smokes - Marlboro Gold was my choice of poison. When she saw what I was doing, she screamed “What are you doing! I thought you quit! I didn’t raise you for you to kill yourself! You must stop at once!”

I walk up the stairs and down the hall into her room. It smells like alcohol and here and there are beer bottles all over the floor. I walk into the bathroom that 's connected to the room to find my mom kneeling over a toilet bowl, hurling. She still has a hold of a beer bottle.

Over Christmas break, I was invited to go to a friend’s house. I got the invite pretty late in the evening, but I still wanted to go. I still live with my parent’s, so that was where I was staying over break. Ever since I turned 18, I don’t really have to tell my mom where I am going or when I’ll be back, but I usually mention it to her, so she won’t be worried about me. When I decided to go over to my friend’s house, my mom was already asleep, granted it was not that late at night. I did not want to wake her up, so I just left without her knowledge. I thought that I was being thoughtful by not waking her up, but I decided to send her a text message for her to see when she woke up, so she wouldn’t be worried or wonder where I was. I woke up at my friend’s house to my mom calling me. When I answered,

We had a great time. When it ended the mother thanked my mother for a great evening and that she hopes God (help) will repay her. It was heartwarming and a great privilege to know and see that my mother is a person that has other’s interests before hers.When my mother and I got home she turned to me and said “ Edwin, it’s really hard to change the world, but what we did today is a big first step.”

My mother has always been my best friend, someone that I can always talk to no matter what. It’s been hard being distant from my mother these past couple of weeks. Things aren't like they used to be. Looking back every

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My Interest Catcher Hasn’t everyone had that moment when they just feel the need to say, “But Mom!” Topic My mom is my favorite, because she has MP1 great movie taste, MP2 is always there to help, and is MP3 very supportive of my decisions. Personal Reflective Statement She has always been there for me, whether it was with an ear to listen, or a shoulder to cry on.

One lovely morning on November 26th 2017, it’s thanksgiving day but my family has this tradition where we mix christmas with thanksgiving every year because we won’t see everyone on christmas. My mom and I wake up early to bake our chocolate chip cookies and create all of our finger foods. We wrap all of our gifts we are exchanging with bright red wrapping paper with a bunch of snowmen on it for our family members. My mom yells up the stairs “Guys wake up it’s time to start getting ready to go to grandma and grandpas!” The boys always take forever to get ready so she yells at them earlier then she’s supposed to. My mom always liked being prepared especially when we are gathering with our whole family. She gets anxious. Hours later, after my brothers wake up and get their outfits together we are all almost ready to go. My youngest brother spills a little bit of chocolate milk on his shirt. My mom gets frustrated and you can see the anger in her face. “Why can’t you just be a little more careful when you drink?!” my mom asked. Everyone’s mood just went to zero because now we were running late and we haven’t even packed the car with the food or gifts yet.