When my older sisters were still in high school, every morning before school, my mother woke up bright and early, cooked breakfast, curled, straightened, or braided my sister’s and my hair, and drove us to school. After we were at school, my mother went to work, came home and prepared lunch for my dad, folded the laundry, washed the dishes and cleaned the house until it was spotless. Then she picked my sisters and me up from school, whipped up something for dinner, and double-checked if everyone
fearful by the minute. As I walked into the night, I wondered what my mother would say. I broke curfew, again. And my mother is as strict as an Asian parent can get. I could never understand her overprotective nature. It had grown extreme to the point where I couldn’t enjoy the little things in life. As frustrated as I was, my mother wasn’t always overprotective to this extent though. She grew extremely weary a few years ago when my father and brother both died of brain tumors within the span of a
When I was 5 I realized I would always have a temporary home, moving from place to place. My mother was always heavily induced with drugs and alcohol, never knowing my dad, unfortunately, I felt as if I was one big mistake on this earth. I watched my mother go from guy to guy, then one day she met Scott who told her everything she wanted to hear. One morning I watched mother slip on a long white flowy dress, dab some perfume on her neck that smelt like the daises I picked as a child, and we were
about my mother. Her name is Nita. As much as i like her i like her name too. If there is reason that i do not like her that would be she name me kunjan. Love and mom both are same words for me. She guides me in good ways every single day. She cares smallest things that related me and she always worry about me and my older brother TAPAN. Everyone in the world has someone who means alot to them. For me the most important person of my life is my mom. When we were in india my dad and
affected me the most during my lifetime has been my mother, Simonetta. Not only because she is and was the main adult figure that I could look up to, but also because she is the one who taught me the most. My mother is the strongest, smartest, and most goal oriented person I have ever encountered in my life. Moreover, she also tried to teach me how to be like that. Although, I believe that the most significant lesson I have apprehended from her, is to have faith in my competences and myself. Now
My mother comes to visit me. My parents live in Tokyo and I don�t see them very often. They are responsible for getting me into the treatment center. I haven�t always liked them, and I have hurt them over and over and over through the course of my life, but they have always loved me. I am lucky to have them. My mother sees my apartment, laughs. She asks me where I sleep, where I sit, I tell her the floor. She shakes her head and says not good, James, not good. She calls someone in Michigan, which
they think of very highly and is very close to. But for me my mom is everything she is my mom and also a father to me. She is the one that gives me motivation to become better than I was before every year that goes by. Everyone might know my mom as just "Artis" mother or her friends know her has just a "Friend." But I can say that I know so much more about my mom than most people that she or I know that knows or have meet her in a time. To me my mom isn’t just a nice person she is caring, loving and
of both worlds. My mother struggled a lot and my dad had his life together by the time I was born. My experience with my mom, Is a lot more heartbreaking than with my dad because they both had opposite problems. I had to learn at a young age what It is like to struggle financially and what it’s like to be drained out of love. I’ve learned that you can’t trust everyone and that not everyone can trust you. Although my sister raised me, not my mother. If I could call my sister, my mom i would, i’m
about their mother? One may talk about her positive and negative characteristics. There are so many great traits I love and admire about my mom, that it would be difficult and unfair to write about just one. Being strong, generous and optimistic are all some great personality traits, which my mother possesses. Ever since I can remember, my mother has been a strong individual. She raised my brother and I financially, emotionally, physically and spiritually by herself. My mom gave
I view my mother as the outmost magnificent person in my life, and I can’t be more thankful to have her. I would describe my mother as a strong and independent woman, my role model; I can’t think of another person that means a great deal to me. My mother is the sweetest and the trust worthiest person, but she can also be tough and deliberate. My grandparent's personalities are strict, therefore my mother was raised in a harsh environment, this thought her to be strong and that not everything is easy