My mother is a person I admire most. She devoted a lot of time and energy to the upbringing of my younger sister and I. Despite working hard, she always made time to teach us many useful things which are necessary and important in our later lives. Moreover, she is a good role model for me to follow. She always tries to get on well with people who live next door and help everyone when they are in difficulties, so most of them respect and love her. I admire and look up to my mother because she not only brings me up well but also stands by me and gives some help if necessary. For example, when I encounter some difficulties, she will give me some precious advice to help me solve those problems. She has a major influence on me and I hope that I will inherit some of her traits.
"Tonight I sleep the round
She is the wind of human life. "
In this life, someone did not grow up in mother's arms, was heard Matthew bid ru sweet deal, a pharmacist who would not dream of sinking into the wind, her hand fan every sultry summer afternoon. And in this life, one love by his mother, one for life because I like her, someone ready to share with her as her sweet fleshy.
For me too, she is most interested in me and who I loved and the most indebted in the world. I used to think my mother was not beautiful. Not because there is a beautiful white skin, round face recovery or sparkling eyes ... but her face just skinny, tanned, high forehead, the wrinkles of the age of 40, of how anxiety in life in the upper corner of her eye. But my father told her more beautiful than other women in the intellectual beauty. Yes, my mother was smart, agile, very resourceful. On the position of a leader, who thinks his mother is cold, harsh. there are times when I thought so. but when his mother sat, her hands caressing my hair, everyone thought it all disappear. I have the sensation lightheadedness, anxiety hard to describe, feeling like I have never received so much love. It looks like a strong dotted line passed through her hands deep my heart, eye, lips tenderly, the sweet smile, ... through all of the parents. just love it when people close to her long before you feel all right. From small to large, I received the infinite love of the mother as a gift, a natural thing.
In the eyes of a child, she was born to care for children. I never ask the question: Why do parents accept unconditional sacrifice for me? . Good mother, very good to me but sometimes I think parents are so worthy, so ... evil. How many times, she yelled at me, I cried. Cry for depression depression, where rather than weep bitterly regret. Then for a time ... I came home from school, my mother read her diary stolen. I was immediately very, immediately pulling the diary from her hand and shouted: "Why the mother too much! This is the secret of the child, the mother can not work on. Mother very ill, I do not need her anymore! "Just thought I would eat a slap hurt. But not just silence the mother, pale cheeks, healthier eyes brimming. There is something that I did not dare look into her eyes.
I rushed into the room, locked the door despite the announcement on outside sales calls. I cried, cried so much, a small pillow was wet. As the late night, I awake, awake. There is a feeling of absence, which I do not how shortfalls avoided. I was wondering how I console myself by living in a world with no mother, not educated, will be very happy. But that's where the pharmacist to fill gaps in my head. Should I feel remorse? Was I hungry for love? ...
Free man do I think gradually fell asleep. In the dream film, I felt a warm hand, lightly touching my hair, pulled my blanket. Yeah I'm looking forward to the feeling, the feeling of sweet loving. I sunk in moments of tenderness, she closed his eyes for fear if you open your eyes, feeling it would fly away, away forever into nothingness and the immediate space is just a reality. The next morning I woke up, I felt the house so that sadness that. There is something missing. That morning, I had to eat bread, no white rice every day. I rated violence, had asked her father to see where it goes. My father said, his mother is ill, hospitalized a week. Feeling sad I have to cover my little brain. Mother in hospital and who would cook, who wash, who confided to me? I'm sorry too, because of anger over that has shattered the happiness of this little house. In my sick mother. All week, I was very sad. Housing shortage so that her smile so lonely. Every meal I have to eat outside, no parents, then get one I like cooking. Oh I remember that the boiled vegetables, casseroles's mother always.
After a week, she returned home, I was the first to welcome her. I've seen, she ran to hug me. Mother cried, saying: "I am sorry, she should not be secret child. Con ... I forgive her, listen to me. "Emotion I choked, tears poured wet. I just wanted to say: "Mommy errors in children, at the damage, all in children only. ". But why these words hard to say so. I hugged her, cried a lot. Alas! After a week I saw her was important to give any. Every day, parents busy with work that has stars like magic. Early in the morning, when he was dark, she was worried meals for your father. Then at the mother how to cook delicious dishes Oh. The food topping that does not nothing. The popular meal is only a belief but a matter of infinite love like mother. My father as the young birds pick each drop of sweet loving mother. The meal does not have mom, dad my whole dating process server to work together. Mother is washing, stripping the house ... the scan always hard at all. Mother took me all but I do not repay anything for her. Even words of love I'm not saying never. How many times have I toss and turn, the courage to tell her but then only, just wanted to say: Mom, now I grow it, I see love her, need her to know how. I have to love, listen to her. When children make mistakes, strict mother reminded, I do not even angry anymore, I just get error bowed and promised never again commit. When happy or sad, I will tell her to clap her hands to share with tenderness, gentle eyes. Mother's mother is not just that you, as you ... all of you. To grow and then find myself very happy to have her in the shape reminds. There mother was washing clothes, cleaning the house, cooking for the family.
Mother, mother sacrificed so much for children that have never demanded the return of his mother. her mother is the best, highest, greatest. Take life by the mother who has what. Is anyone willing to shield me from time to time. Oh I love the children! Had the courage to speak three languages: "I love you! "Be alone. The pain brave, I just fine-but what was first commissioned as her mother was strict. Con wrote these words, the mother would understand this more than my heart. Mother do not think when I opposed because I do not like her mother. Con forever love you, happy mother, sad to see her bad luck. Mother is the life of me so I just wanted her life to love you forever, child care, comfort you, protect the children and for children to be interested in her, loved her life. Motherhood is the most sacred feelings in the world. Love how he has nurtured the adults, to teach how people get older. Government mother who brings her emotional middle child. So, I always loved her, would grow to be taking care of her. And I wanted to tell her that: "The mother is still big. Take life in the womb is human. "
The one i love most is my mother. She is tall and rather thin
She is a warm kindly person with an oval face and a long-silky hair.
My mother loves us very much. She is used to staying up late and getting up early to earn money and take care of us. She is strict thanks to that we are educated into a good person.I will try to study well to satisfy my mother's faith.
