My Mother As A Hero

Sometimes you will be put into a situation where you will have to take a very large step, and make a big decision in your life. When that time comes and in that moment you have to be brave it is very important. Bravery can ultimately change your life. Better things can come from bravery. I had an experience where being brave was my only choice. I believe if I had experienced more occasions earlier on in life were I had to be brave I would have handled the situation better, but if I had not stepped in at that moment my life could have indeed took a turn for the worst. In turn bravery saved my mom.

My mother is mestiza, my father is mestizo, my brother is mestizo, my tias, my tios, as am I. All mestizos. I’ve been told I am worthy of praise because I carry your language on my tongue without an accent, because I had an American education, because I can recite allegiance to your country. I am told I am worthy because I could assimilate to the culture, unlike my parents. I am often presented with shocked faces when I speak my second language, English, faces that always tell me that they would have never guessed I spoke so perfectly, thinking they’d have to work twice as hard to understand my heavy, foreign accent—the same accent my parents have. On top of that, I am the color of the sun reigning on my skin. I found from my 17 years here, it does not matter whether you are the color of milk or whether I speak English without an accent, the moment I speak Spanish and invite someone outside of my culture into my home and they notice I have Caso Cerrado on TV or see my mother swinging her hips to Vicente Fernandez, I am no longer White to them or “an insider.” I am other, an outsider. A “dangerous” outsider. “Ni de aqui, ni de aca.” “Ni de aqui,” not White enough, deemed too Mexican. “Ni de aca,” not Mexican enough, mestiza, and too whitewashed.

My momma passed away a year ago. She was brave when I was 7, and she was even braver when she

A mother hero is a person who gives everything in the benefit of others, in addition, mother heroes are people who do not care about the sacrifices they have made. First a hero is a person who, instead feeling compassion puts action serving others. For example, a pregnant mother who is diagnosed with a terminal illness and who must have an abortion to live will give life to birth her child whom this shows sacrifice. There are also mothers who will starve in order to feed their children. Another example is a single mother who will work several jobs to provide her children with an excellent education. In addition, she still has time to prepare a meal and read her children a bedtime story. There is another type of mother heroes, those who sacrifice

At that time it was the most logical decision that one could have made. If it were you, would you have done the same? To protect his family and to give them the opportunity of a lifetime was one thing that he, my father Yong X. Vang, would never regret doing. He is a man who for the sake of the Americans, fought in the Secret War which then led him through many hardships and guided him and his family to where they are today.

I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.

After being away from my father for some time, I used to sit down with my mother and we’d talk about the violence that occurred when I was younger. I remember telling my mother that I was glad to be away from my father so that he wouldn’t hurt her anymore. My mother always told us that we should never allow anyone to mistreat or abuse us but we were somewhat confused because she continued to allow my father to treat her in that manner. The actions of my father had hardened my heart and I’d decided that I would never allow a man to hurt me, the way that my he had hurt my mother. I would defend myself no matter what.

Mom had a large lump, the size of a grapefruit, on the rear of her neck. She saw four doctors who all refused to operate. They feared she would be left paralyzed from spine damage. The fifth doctor, Dr. J.D. Fuller, agreed to remove the mass. The lump had grown larger. Mom had pains in her neck and arms like lightning bolts. Dr. Fuller stated his only way to remove the mass was by “blunted excision.” He made a long incision, reached into her neck, grabbed the mass, twisted, and pulled it out of her. The surgeon ripped muscle from her left breast to her spine and left trapezoid muscle. Mom was left with damaged nerves and muscles, but she was not paralyzed.

Ever since I can remember, I've always been a source of worry for my mother; I fear that this will never change. Regardless of this, I know that my mother is a very strong, persevering woman, and that if need be; she will carry on.

My mom, Alicel, was ten when she first moved to the United States. She is the youngest of nine siblings, most of which already lived in America. Alicel always visited her older siblings a couple times a year with a visa, which gave her six months to stay in the u.s legally. By the time she was 15 she was fluent in English and already familiar with American customs. She had been visiting America for 11 years before moving there permanently at the age of 21.

My mother’s characteristics that never let me be alone were so crucial to my recovery because thanks to her I got over the death of my beloved dog. This experience helped me understand that my mother would never leave me alone while I am dealing with something very hard. She helped understand that I was never alone, and that she loved me very much.

My mother didn’t fight in any wars, but she fights to support her family everyday. My mother works extremely hard to support me and what I do. She has to work long hours and still come home to clean and cook, but she never complains and never asks for anything in return. I wish I could do more for her, because she does so much for me. She gives my a home, food, clothings, but above all she gives

Fear has always been a part of your life. Your earliest memories were of anger. Rage and screams. Caught in a war between safety and murder. You remembered the arms of your mother being the only defense from your father’s wrath. Her battered body only but a shell that served one purpose; to protect you at all cost. Even at the cost of her own life. A price that was paid full. You remembered the feeling of your mother’s blood ebbing beneath your tiny hands and how it tainted your soul. You felt responsible for her death because all the times she had kept you safe, you failed to protect her. The weight your mother’s death became a harsh burden to bear. Heavy and easily corrupting what

In 1859 Henry Ward Beecher said, "the mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom." I believe that statement because of experiences I’ve had with my own mother. I have learned more about life from her than from my 15 years of schooling. Over the last 20 years my mother has taught me many valuable lessons just by being a living example of compassion, thoughtfulness, and generosity. She is an angel that has protected and carried me throughout life.

Heroes; something we all aspire to be, but easily recognize in others. Wait, how do we define what makes a hero, a hero? A hero is one who is kind, courageous, smart, determined and selfless. They often do what is better for the greater good and not themselves. This is seen in both Greek and Modern heroes, whether it is cutting off Medusa’s head or defeating the Riddler, they show these qualities in one way or another. We also see these qualities in parents, true everyday heroes. While they may not have super strength or the ability to fly, parents are the ultimate heroes in our lives, for they love for us without judgement and will always be there when we need them most. My father, William Romero, is a hero since it takes a true hero to