What can I say about my mother? People can talk about her good and bad aspects. I like to have a lot of qualities with my mother, I admire, it is very difficult and unfair to write it. Being strong, generous and optimistic is some of the wonderful personality traits my mother has. My mother was a strong person since I remembered it. She raised my older brother and me economically, emotionally, physically and mentally. My mother gave her everything, she did two work to confirm that the kids are just eating correctly, and they are to grow happily and successfully I had the necessary facilities. This question is, in this example, my mother is Protestant and my father is Catholic. When I was very young they parted, I was brought up by my mother. I did not see much of my father, and of course I felt more at my mother's house. There was an argument between them and accused each other for separation. I did not keep neutrality, I stood with my mother, and her anger became my anger. Perhaps this is the reason I moved to a distant relatives, where I live in the UK. When that happened about 20 years ago, I was delighted to see the reconciliation between my family. Over time, this peace is not what we should take for granted. Satisfaction will appear as time passes. One or the other party does not believe that the other party is returning to the old one. This seems to have happened, and it will be a tough heart. That happened. When I was in my teens my mother 's new boyfriend ignited my long - awaited expectation of my father. There are several boyfriends in my mother, I always understand. She is no longer married. I do not know the reason, but I believe my father is love for her life. But this boyfriend is worthless. I thought that she was humiliating him with that day. He does not respect her. She should be far better than the man she met at the bar. I still remember the slap she gave me after I sent the word "bar". I admit that I deserve it. I have learned this for many years. Back then, when my skin was slapping and still burning, I remembered boxes and letters. I remember a special letter saying "When you spent the worst fight with your mother." Most people claim that their mother is the best in the world. I do not know this, but my mother is definitely the best I can get. This is my letter to my mother, obviously the most important person in my life. Through the permanent depression of my life, my mother holds me like a baby in the war zone. Actually, my life is of course like a war zone, but she is shaking my life like a white flag. Chaos is intertwined among families, but for some reason, strangely enough, everything goes back to where it belongs and finds it. When I was young, many goblins tidied up my bed before I got to bed and put it in the kitchen when I tried to cook. . But as I get older, I noticed that this is not a group of goblins. This is the work of a lonely angel. An angel was sent from the man there to the earth, squatting, trampling the main line, taming the savages

Google defines the term mother as "a mother ... In my thesis I will discuss my relationship with one of my most important role models in my life. , She may say her as my stepmother to other people, she is not what her mother should be, far beyond the foolish google definition One member of the father's family , "Mother", sisters, and myself, my parents divorced (McCornack Pg. 326), like half of the marriage in the US and Canada. I am going to visit my remaining family in November this year - I will include my mother's sister Betty. I will go to my mother's home town in Georgia Swinsboro and interview the people I met at my high school with my mother. For family information, see the old newspaper archive of Swainsboro Blade. I will go to the place where she lived. I will try to soak herself in my mother's life as she did in the 1950s around her injuries. I do not know anything - if there is something - I will find it. It seems my journey has changed a bit, probably the search is over. My mother probably received a psychiatric surgery in 1970, but this is not a story of her psychosis at all. There is more to clarify now. My younger brother joined me, my nephew shoots an interview and a survey of the old video recorder. I saw this disease in my mother today. It was projected on the screen of the doctor's clinic, occupied the white waist cavity of my mother in black and white. It's a butterfly's wing that extends like their edge brushing over my mother's bones, and that eye-like pattern silently confers silence and looks back at us with hundreds of blinking eyes. "You can see that antenna is down," he explained. We are told that the doctor is the best. There are many successful anecdotes in this office, friends of friends who cured blindness, cancer, flat feet and even baldness. We flew overseas for 12 hours in order to date him after waiting for 8 months. It was a medium - scale city in the southeastern part of China in the late summer of 1998, I was born and raised. One of my mother's best friend visited. My mother is not at home. My grandmother took care of me that day That we were all sitting on the sofa in the living room and talked about my immediate outlook: I am going to America. My father, a young professor of materials science and engineering has just started working as a visiting researcher at the University of California, San Diego after completing my job as a visiting researcher at the University of Birmingham. My mother and I can not visit him in the UK but one important reason is that my father's monthly 400 GBP allowance is paid by the Chinese government.

The morning of July 21, 2013, the telephone rang. This was my brother-in-law's phone, and taught me the news of my mother's death. This news is not surprising. She is diagnosed with advanced cancer in May 2013 and is expected to die. I have prepared for myself since I heard the diagnosis. After I woke up, I packed up and started to go home from a state university who took part in a business seminar with a friend. I spent three years at the state university and often brought this drive home. I grew up in the bondage of Lagos and never explored out of the Southwest, but the interference between my mother's burial and the frustration of my relatives was pushed by money and my fast paced in the southwest Brought, people, the ambitious world of Ibus. I am one of Ibo's children, and the understanding of their hometown is full of illustrations of evil uncle, aunt and awkward lands, and those who retreated their hearts. It is actually my mother's funeral to understand my hometown. She took me to Annabula Eastern Nigeria. But before O'onha, there is a reunion that I want to call for a wish. In September 1946, my mother died suddenly. My father is ready to be buried in Kauru and English in several blocks from the University of South Florida. On the eve of her funeral, she said rosary for my mother. When the Jesuits began to appear in the Rosary, I was completely surprised. Most of them do not even know that I know that my mother is dead. My guess is that there are over 60 Jesuits saying prayer to my mother. Many Jesuits know little about me. I will never forget the spiritual support they gave to my father and me. When I looked at the body of my father, the cheek blushing my mother was filled with tears, and the story of a therapist who asked me whether I should contact the funeral doctor for burial was only half heard. This is the only time I have never seen her natural perfection. But death is a way to get rid of all the masks we wear for others and to reveal the following. Unless I have my husband, I will never understand the pain.

When I needed to talk, she asked. When she was sick, she healed me. When I get hungry, she feeds me. This weak woman I called my mother when I grew up was a super woman. With wisdom, she leads; she speaks quietly; she raises me with love. Although we are poor, my mother always gives me a gift for my birthday. My blue bicycle shining on my 10th birthday is my best friend. But this is a sunny spring day when my comrades committed crime. At the age of six, I was able to glimpse my mother, that's enough. While participating in the course of nursing and carpentry, I saw her work hard to care for me and my brothers. My mother is my superwoman for a while. I saw her, and this magical person turns into a monster from a monster. I always thought it would end, but it did not end. It did not end until we made a decision about life. When I was there, my mother understood that I do not love me at all. Then fuck her, I love myself. As long as I do this, no one can love me. I stayed at an orphanage for several months until I was elected as a family member. That family is not my family, they just let me sleep at their house. That's all I accepted my parents as desert island superwomans. I loved you so much and I set up an impossible bar for myself - if I am a really good mother, I think I can meet all your needs. At that time I was not aware that nobody could meet the needs of everyone else. I am not a mother. I can see myself. Some wonderful things - organization skills, the ability to guide others, to help others, our sense of humor, the love of books and ideas. There were also some problems to deal with. Please do not tell them. I always hope they are genetic factors, this is not my fault. But I, including the "bad" part, pretending to be anxious, distant, avoiding and curbing my feelings, pretending I always be fine, and making my life easier, I think imitating a small self of everyone. I hope you will be free from the pain of living life. By separating many women from their mothers, you will not be able to live a fulfilling life. The truth is that women can not do it all. Perhaps my mother's apology, which is trying to be a superwoman, is more about this. You may not hear her voice. Maybe we are crushed sociable and we do not listen to what my mother says. As a partner, being together on an equal basis, I am a viewpoint of modern maternity labor. Photographed from the east and the west - given and accepted. Earlier this week, when I was with my 6 year old daughter, I started thinking. I appreciate that I understand that the most painful thing for me in the world is to be separated from my children. Knowing the way my mother likes, I finally saw her pain. Looking back at the time we spent together, this makes me a little nice and always touches me. She sandwiched my peanut butter with chocolate chips. (Essay) My mother tells our story and change their sacred dreams by Trista Hendren

My mother is Taiwanese and I am American. Hanging with cloudy air and spilled seats shows the exhaustion of the high school auditorium. I put my fingers above the first groove engraved on the polished wooden arm: "J.Y. + C.A." Anyway, I'd like to know if their relationship endured the lettering declaration. J.Y must be a girl, I have judged that there is no special reason. Jane. . Johanna. . Jackie. . . Relaxing at an aged velvet seat, I pretended to be perplexed by the excitement that surrounds me. I remembered my childhood and grew up to be my third cultural child. My mother is Taiwanese and my father is American. My older sister and I grew up in Europe, Asia and later in America - they were always surrounded by people around the world, but they did not adapt to the established community. But here in the shadow of the Greek amphitheater like me, I am forced to make the world a better place among these foreigners. And fully open to speaking with strangers My parents and I were immigrants in Taiwan, but when I arrived in America, I did not have enough money, finally overcoming the economic ladder and becoming a comfortable middle class. As an adult, I believe that I am a member of a socio-economic group One of my Pakistani-American friends is jokingly called "Detective Asian". I am highly educated, have a degree in Ivy League and live in one of the most expensive cities in the world. In the process of reading and writing these incidents, I am serious about my experience as a Taiwanese American woman, whether I am regarded as a minority or whether I am pushed in one direction by external forces to white people I have to think about it. I understand that my mother's choice is better as my 11th year parent. I am African American, but I am gay, but raising a child as a man may have less difficulty in choosing my career than raising a woman. But even for my strengths, decades of difference, directionality, family dynamics, socio-economic status and even among us, the basic trade-off is the same for me.

I remember one day, my literature teacher asked us to write an article about "my mother" I think is in lesson 3. That day, I thought that I would ask my mother my father for the first time. His first answer was that he is my mother and father. But when I asked my real mother, he answered. At that moment we were on the terrace. Dad pointed out a very bright star in the sky and told me it was the brightest star in the sky. That is my mother. In addition, he told me that God is looking for someone who can be the most dazzling star, and my mother is elected. So she saw us from there. I wrote the same content in my article. But then I did not understand why the teacher turned more attention to me after reading my articles. After the incident, I was easy to see compassion in her eyes. The most important thing in my life is my mother, for she is all of me, she is my motivation, she helped me through all my struggles. Without my mother, I can not enjoy this moment of this article right now. My mother took me to this wonderful world. She took me for nine months, she felt very bad, but did not refuse and bore me. My mother has the most positive and important influence on my life. Another reason why my mother is the most important person in my life is that she is always with me when I am happy and I am very sad. She helped me solve my life problems, and she was satisfied with the few good things I did. I helped myself on the first day of birth. She feeds me; she did not sleep too much, just to make me feel comfortable. When my mother was sleeping during the day, I went from room to room wearing tennis shoes. I close all doors, cabinets, and windows. My mother's mother, a woman with eyes that looks good on gray hair, like to whisper tobacco smoke as whispering. "Everyone at home has a problem," She stared at me, her eyes broke me "" You need to be imprisoned "

A 4th grade Abigail wrote an article explaining how wonderful her mother is. She has serious and interesting reasons. Do you have a wonderful person, have time with you and care about you, is it an important person? Well, I know that she has black hair, brown eyes, and a thoughtful feel. That is my mum My mother talked to me a lot. One thing she told me was what happened when I grew up. She told me what to do in case of an emergency. One day, I had a very bad day with my friends. My mother spent a lot of time with me. I play games, bake cookies, make necklaces, draw graffiti tricks. But what we want to do is reading. Our favorite book is when you give cookies to the mouse. My mother took me for shopping. Buy toys and clothes, eat at the cafe. We will eat Chinese food or go to McDonald's restaurant. When we took the escalator, my mother pretended to retreat and said, "My shoelaces can not move". My mother is always laughing When laughing, she sounds like hyena! She is not smiling everyday, but it's fun when you laugh, and I have to laugh! My mother is the best. I like the way she is joking. Anyway, she is always very funny, she gave me a very good advice. My mother is more than just a mother, she is like my best friend! For the sake of clarity, about my mother ... this is a book about my grandmother written by my mother. That's not about my mother, not about my mother - it is. In fact, about my mother ... About my mother, about my grandmother. In this sense, it is really a book about my "mother". But this is not the book I wrote. Yes, I wrote a preface, yes - I have clearly depicted that I have a copy of a book called "About my mother" (in the above picture ...) I wrote a book about my mother It does not mean that. I am different. This does not mean that my mother's book relates to her son. It's not. This is about my grandmother. And to make my mother understand In five years since I lost my mother's cancer, I published a book about anti-social people who corresponded to the loss of my mother's cancer - before I knew about my mother's condition and death Written on - this is cold. Suddenly broken hearted. I can not read my first book, because I wrote this book when I was young, because the world is a black and white binary. When she died, the world became colorless. I do not believe in psychology, but after my mother died, I wanted an answer so I saw a mentally ill. I was sitting there listening to the story of a woman I read and wondering how much she lifted from the Internet until she told me the name of my mother's favorite song. Only I know this This is the first Christmas after my mother died. This is all sad and terrible things you can imagine. My mother is having a Christmas at our house. My father tried it with me, but the emptiness that my mother is often standing is silly and huge. Like a safety blanket, sorrow is the mantra we are wearing. My father has never raised a girl. He does not know the role of sex and what is suitable for a 13 - year - old girl. Sometimes I think he thinks I am a short-lived adult. So he gave me - freedom, perfect independent consciousness, what I want to do, and acting according to my wishes. No, or do not do it

No matter how you look, the relationship with your mother is complicated. It may be happy at any time, as it may be difficult. Mom, I love you. When my father left us, I was only seven years old - my mother, myself, and two brothers, 4 and 10 years old. I am too young to fully understand the seriousness of this situation, but I am very smart and I know something. First of all, my father completely abandoned all the responsibilities of his family, his wife and children, and ran away from the country to avoid forced child-rearing fees. Secondly, my mother is relatively unskilled, has received sufficient education (pregnant at the age of 16 at marriage), there is no direct family in our hometown. Finally, due to her diligence and tenacity, I noticed that my mother was forced to take care of future work with incredible demands of three school-age children. We are awake. My mother, my son, I am walking in front of the "selector". Then I made the second bad mistake. The selector shook my mother and myself to a group of adults. He separated my younger brother Thomas from his childhood and age. My eldest son, he hesitated before age 63. The next scene represents the inevitable feeling that he decided to fear what happens to her son and mother, and to "exempt" her son's efforts and her "accusations". Mother "Death in gas chamber" 66. Immediately, the degeneration of the camp and the abandonment of the extinct whirlpool have been completed. Olga was naked with another female prisoner and when I saw the picture of my family at the end, I was lying at her feet with my belongings. "I see the face of my loved one again" - she wrote so painfully His words reminded me and myself. When I was young, I take a car with my mother to go to her place. Every time it turns red, she supplies dollar bills and turns into addicts and homeless people. After the interaction is completed, she will pray soon: Thinking, Jesus. "Stupid luck - the Scorpion series, the strange interest of strangers, I feel uncomfortable in the roles that all of us play I will. The development of these opportunities shapes our partners who choose to spend together, the work we report everyday, and everything we do for it. In the past 18 months, I learned a lot about opportunities and the essence of life.

My mother, my hero, Henry Ward Beecher, 1859 said: "Mother's heart is a child's classroom." I believe this sentence is for me and my mother's experience. I have learned more about life from her 15-year school education. Over the past 20 years my mother has taught me a lot of valuable lessons through illustration of consideration, thoughtfulness, and generosity. She is an angel who always protected me. Iyanla Vanzant said in the book, "One day my soul has been opened." "A truly considerate person can feel your feelings, or an error feeling r I am proud of my mother, my hero. My mother's faith is obvious to her lifestyle. She is one of the most kind, generous and unselfish people I know. She participated in the competition with dignity, elegance, perseverance and honor. Even though she is not here anymore, her courage still exists. Especially on Mother's Day, I had a hard time, she celebrated here. She smiled at me from heaven today. She lives there in her own life. I believe that she will definitely overcome cancer. But after all, she traded My mother was always my hero. It seems like a little complaint, but I think my mother is my hero. I identify them by their willingness to prepare a hero for others. I also associate heroicism with endless passion, eternal encouragement, and eternal inner mind. I believe that many people in this great world will fulfill this standard, but I also believe that heroes sometimes mean everything in the world from time to time. My mother is such a person to me. I have never seen a man who is willing to give up on others. She taught me to live my life by serving other people and serving God. In the process, I am satisfied because I have made an effort to discover and realize my purpose on the planet. The purpose of finding a person is very difficult and heroes will help this journey. They provide security, guidance, and inspiration. More importantly, this is the source of passion and creativity. I think I came to this world I want to build an altar for my mother. But when my hero, my excellent painter's friend, Noah Davis died, his mother introduced me artist Candice Williams who took him to the Cooper union. For the last couple of years Kandis and I have talked about what black women engaged in these creative actions mean to us. For me, as I think that I am a writer, this is almost transactional, skill, not an "art" process. But Kandis is an artist, we all have the same dilemma

What can I say about their mothers? People can talk about her good and bad aspects. I like to have a lot of qualities with my mother, I admire, it is unfair that it is difficult to write it. Being strong, generous and optimistic is some of the wonderful personality traits my mother has. Since I remember it, my mother was a strong person. She raised my older brother and me economically, emotionally, physically and mentally. My mother gave her everything, she did two work to confirm that the kids are just eating correctly. Another way she supports us is love and compassion. My mother ... See more "The complaint is a useless way to solve the problem, but actively addressing this problem is a good way to overcome it, my mother, my mother is always convinced of her religion When I was young, day and night, I made prayer time draw attention of my brothers.To our faith, that time of prayer is also a time to make a joke Nothing is complained that we have to participate. One lesson that she taught us is that the seriousness of our spiritual beliefs can provide us with a substantial, stable and systematic lifestyle . My mother's heart is the most pure when given. I witnessed my mother and paid the rent for people, car rent, food purchase price. My mother's intention is good, but she will occasionally use her generosity. Once, this family's best friend had to urgently come to my mother. He asked her to borrow a lot of money from him and agreed that he would pay in monthly or weekly installments. My mother has never seen the money she deserves. Nonetheless, she encourages and encourages others to give regardless of whether they are still donating or volunteering to live in the community. My My mother's essay: First of all, the whole post becomes "mother". You will get my mother's poem, section, and essay in this article. Since this article is divided into several sections, especially class models, students in each class are not bothered by hunger. You can also move to any part of the article you need by clicking on the directory below. My mother is the most important person in my life. She is very diligent. She is very beautiful and very gentle. She got up in front of everyone, and after everyone slept. She works hard for my family and takes care of everyone. I like the delicious food she makes for us everyday. She also helped me with my homework. The morning after she cooked, she also prepared me for the school. She is a person who teaches me all moral lessons and values. Whenever I do bad things, she will tell me how to do this in a calm way. In my life, a special person is my mother. She walked with me, made a delicious meal for me, and played a fun game with me. My mother is the best mother in the world, from all the wonderful things I did with me. My mother loves me very much, I love her. Uh ... my mother is a good cook, the same thing is that everyone's mother is a wonderful chef. At least when you are still a child. Then you get older, go to the world, and you will find things. Indeed, when people throw spinach souffle, they do not ask if you want a wet or crisp part. ** Just like the shells made by other people, the shell is also the same brown in all respects. Just as vegetables are always cut with a spoon. Just like cheese, cheese is tastier. Okay, cheese is not my mother's fault. *** My father mainly hates cheese. So, there are no vegetable cheese, quiche, cheese, biscuits, grilled cheese sandwiches, etc. That's why I brought up dislike cheese. When I was at my friend 's house, his view of the world began and his mother ate these hot things at lunch. They were very tasty unlike before; I knew they ate a cheese sandwich later! OMG, OMG, OM ... in fact, they are amazing

From far away, my mother seems to be a sullen normal round woman. In a public place, she shows a high maintenance image through power and management. When she was wearing her usual unrecognizable mood, she wore a delicate expression as she gave a full blanket mouth with plump cheeks. When we go out, she confirms that she always wears makeup and tote bags. Sometimes she will look closely at me and say: "You should paint some lipstick and eyeliner, you seem dead!" She knows how she gets it and what she wants She goes to a cash register at what restaurant. I will talk when she calls. I am going to visit my remaining family in November this year - I will include my mother's sister Betty. I will go to my mother's home town in Georgia Swinsboro and interview the people I met at my high school with my mother. For family information, see the old newspaper archive of Swainsboro Blade. I will go to the place where she lived. I will try to soak herself in my mother's life as she did in the 1950s around her injuries. I do not know anything - if there is something - I will find it. It seems my journey has changed a bit, probably the search is over. My mother probably received a psychiatric surgery in 1970, but this is not a story of her psychosis at all. There is more to clarify now. My younger brother joined me, my nephew shoots an interview and a survey of the old video recorder. I saw this disease in my mother today. It was projected on the screen of the doctor's clinic, occupied the white waist cavity of my mother in black and white. It's a butterfly's wing that extends like their edge brushing over my mother's bones, and that eye-like pattern silently confers silence and looks back at us with hundreds of blinking eyes. "You can see that antenna is down," he explained. We are told that the doctor is the best. There are many successful anecdotes in this office, friends of friends who cured blindness, cancer, flat feet and even baldness. We flew overseas for 12 hours in order to date him after waiting for 8 months. It was a medium - scale city in the southeastern part of China in the late summer of 1998, I was born and raised. One of my mother's best friend visited. My mother is not at home. My grandmother took care of me that day That we were all sitting on the sofa in the living room and talked about my immediate outlook: I am going to America. My father, a young professor of materials science and engineering has just started working as a visiting researcher at the University of California, San Diego after completing my job as a visiting researcher at the University of Birmingham. My mother and I can not visit him in the UK but one important reason is that my father's monthly 400 GBP allowance is paid by the Chinese government.

My mother drew a picture of my mother when I was young. She is standing in the garden behind her house. This is not our house, my mother looks like someone else. She is standing in front of a green two-story house surrounded by green landscapes, completely wearing green, green hair, green face on green face. Green is her favorite color, I want to surprise her. Back then, my mother was a god to me, in my opinion she was not wrong. This question is, in this example, my mother is Protestant and my father is Catholic. When I was very young they parted, I was brought up by my mother. I did not see much of my father, and of course I felt more at my mother's house. There was an argument between them and accused each other for separation. I did not keep neutrality, I stood with my mother, and her anger became my anger. Perhaps this is the reason I moved to a distant relatives, where I live in the UK. When that happened about 20 years ago, I was delighted to see the reconciliation between my family. Over time, this peace is not what we should take for granted. Satisfaction will appear as time passes. One or the other party does not believe that the other party is returning to the old one. This seems to have happened, and it will be a tough heart. That happened. When I was in my teens my mother 's new boyfriend ignited my long - awaited expectation of my father. There are several boyfriends in my mother, I always understand. She is no longer married. I do not know the reason, but I believe my father is love for her life. But this boyfriend is worthless. I thought that she was humiliating him with that day. He does not respect her. She should be far better than the man she met at the bar. I still remember the slap she gave me after I sent the word "bar". I admit that I deserve it. I have learned this for many years. Back then, when my skin was slapping and still burning, I remembered boxes and letters. I remember a special letter saying "When you spent the worst fight with your mother."

In the process of growing, we all face the image of superheroes. Spider-Man, Superman and my personal favorite, Dash from Superman Agent. Merriam-Webster's online dictionary expresses superheroes as "fictitious heroes with extraordinary or superhuman powers, and highly skilled or successful people". I can say that I met a real super woman. She changed my life and taught me such an influential message, and I decided to share it with you. This super hero who was born and produced by a teenage mother is faced with a challenge from the day she was born. Then the story comes from the right age. A story of her own pain and loss of love. Please bear in mind that there are lots of stories in my mind when I fully understand who she is and she is human. My mother, my superhero, her human nature ... became very visible as she grew older. I am honored now to listen to my mother's love story and broken heart. The story of a woman is just trying to understand and do it in my way. I am very pleased that she waits talking to me until I can handle them. I am talking about her failure and success in such a gentle manner in this way She will never look down on her for her choices and decisions, but finds a huge hope for her life I will. I have used a lot of conflicts, conflicts, and traumas so far, but she never acknowledges or accepts. My mother jumped into super hero mode. My mother is because she has become a tank when judging that her child is in danger. It is even more impressive when you understand that you will be revealed before you know what my harassment is and what is childhood ailment and why it truly corresponds to public awareness. Domestic abuse policy has just begun. The police came and accepted my mother statement and kindly said that it is her fault not to sleep with her husband before leaving. My stepfather was not arrested. The state refused to let her divorce until she and my stepfather went to a consulting class to try to repair their marriage. All victims of domestic abuse are attending classes at the same time on the same day in the same building as the abuser. The only given concession is that they do not need to be in the same room. My mother remarried when I was 5 years old. My father - in - law works for a rope manufacturer - another blue collar men. This marriage is different from the present. Both are parents. My mother knows that she does not need a man to feed her children My stepfather knows she is not necessary to feed him or his children. My mother went to college and worked while my stepfather kept working at the factory. My mother leads our family to education. My father had a college degree before his death, but my mother became the first person to have a baccalaureate. My mother later went on to study the master's course. Her degree allows her to work at a high level in a healthcare company.

People I never have, my reason for today is my mother. My mother is the one I am most appreciate and admired. Without her dedicated effort and effort, I will become an illegal occupant in the Philippines, will be trapped in a very difficult place to live, and will earn enough money to keep the bread for my family. Her primary goal and dream is to pass the NCLEX exam. This makes her go to the United States. This will allow her to create a better life and life for herself and find a job she will send back the necessary money for her family. I am proud of my mother, my hero. My mother's faith is obvious to her lifestyle. She is one of the most kind, generous and unselfish people I know. She participated in the competition with dignity, elegance, perseverance and honor. Even though she is not here anymore, her courage still exists. Especially on Mother's Day, I had a hard time, she celebrated here. She smiled at me from heaven today. She lives there in her own life. I believe that she will definitely overcome cancer. But after all, she traded My mother is my hero. My mother is the one who is the most kind, the most patient, the most thoughtful, tolerant, the most understanding, I want to be. To sacrifice her dream to send a good life to me. She was forced to escape from a stormy land of war to a perfectly strange country, and she left the life she had built for years. For what? In order to meet a disloyal man and fall in love with him, he can only give him up to give up and let her have her child raised alone. I need to get rid of fear and get rid of all the restrictive beliefs that my stupid brain draws. I am scared because I do not notice what I want, but that is not about myself. When I approached the edge and I just wanted to give up, my mother was the only one who took me to this planet. For her, I have my life As my hero, my mother spared no efforts to ensure that my happiness was always satisfied. When I was a child, my favorite vacation was Christmas. Like all children, I was awake at Christmas morning to see what Santa left behind the tree. Ruffled rude socks and bad parcels that I lost when I woke up were never embroidered with scribble "Santa love". She really made me think that this magical presence comes to the gift under the Christmas tree every year. To make my mother truly a great hero, Santa's gift is always 10 times better than myself. When I solved the gift to find what I wanted, I made a big smile, and she was even more surprised. In a sense, my mother is a hero and she does not hesitate to make me happy. My smile did not smile or did not do things for Santa Claus daringly, so she did not demand anything in return.

For clarity, "About My Mother" is a book about my grandmother, written by my mother. This is not to say that "About my mother" is not about my mother - it is. Indeed, "About my mother" is about my mother and my grandmother. In this sense, it is really a book about my "mother". But this is not the book I wrote. Yes, I wrote a preface, yes - I clearly drew a copy of the book entitled "About my mother". But that does not mean I wrote a book about my mother. I am different. This does not mean that my mother's book relates to her son. It's not. This is about my grandmother. And to make my mother understand You will be happy to know that my mother wrote more clearly than I did. The story of this book is full of warmth and humor and was full of nostalgia in the past - almost everything that I expect to find in my book about Nana - the most funny woman ever. However, these pages are also very comfortable. The comfort of each ending mother's daughter comes from another planet. The consolation of each mother who ends her daughter must be replaced at birth. Keep away from me, a desperate son without a wife, daughter, sister - this is the best mother / book I have ever read. This is the best preface I have ever written. - Mike Row There is SERUMANOL in everyone's life. She is the responsible - an instinctive person who knows how to do it. Today, Selma is described as an alpha personality. However, as she grew up, her daughter Peggy thought that he was a dictator - a merciful, considerate person. They had a confrontation from the very beginning - a horse crazy tomboy Peggie and a gentle Selma who dominates her mother committed to bringing up two delicate and gracious daughters It is. When major league came out to baseball in the early 1950s and changed the exquisite Selma to crazy Baltimore Orioles, there was no one awkward and awkward as Peggy. Life was a series of compromises - Selma accepted a furious angry girl in the country, and Peggies threw underwear to television, swearing at the referee, enduring the fierce smash fans that make oranges and blacks I recorded the schedule on the door of the refrigerator After a short educational history, Peggy Rowe is a family of three sons. Mike, Scott, Phil. She has been writing since the 1960's and has been published in newspapers and magazines since 2002. Peggy regularly provides humorous texts, letters and articles to Mike Rowe's social media page. She has millions of fans right now. She has a wealth of materials throughout her life and finally she made her first book in 80 years. Peggy and her husband John live in Baltimore, age 57. A love letter for all my mothers about my mother will make you laugh and make you cry - see your idea. The growth story of Peggy Rowe as Thelma Knobel's daughter is full of warmth and humor. But Selma may be your mother - everyone has Selma in their life. Person in charge - a person who knows instinctively how the problem should be. Today, Selma will be explained as an alpha personality, but as she grows, her daughter Peggy thinks he is a dictator - a merciful, thoughtful person. They are in conflict from the beginning - horse crazy tombs Peggy and Selma, an unlimited first-class mother promises to bring up two delicate and catchy daughters. Good luck Message from Dirty Jobs Guy Mike Rowe: For clarity, my mother is a book about my grandmother, written by my mother. It is not to say that this is not my mother - it is. Indeed, "About my mother" is as important as my mother and my grandmother. In this sense, it is really a book about "mother". A love letter for all my mothers about my mother will make you laugh and make you cry - see your idea. The growth story of Peggy Rowe as Thelma Knobel's daughter is full of warmth and humor. But Selma may be your mother - everyone has Selma in their life. Person in charge - a person who knows instinctively how the problem should be. Today, Selma will be described as an alpha personality, but as she grows up, h

I died two years and four months ago. The terrible situation shocked me, I can not do anything about it. In less than a year, it overwhelmed all my hopes and dreams. This situation is the death of my mother. Even today, when I talk about it, I feel like yesterday so I will fall into tears. I tried desperately trying to forget, which means denying that living things are happening. Every time someone asks me for feelings, I do not want to talk about it. To lose my mother means to lose my life. In the first year after my mother died, I refused to talk about the death of my mother. The first year my mother died, when someone asked my mother (where did your mother live? What did your mother do?) I will reply. She's dead! Of course I did not talk to her! This is also totally crazy and fraudulent, I know this. Rather than explain a very good separation between a very good mother and me, it means a certain rip between terrible living mother and me. Many bad things happened in the coming weeks, months after my mother died. Death can bring the best people (dawn, please leave my office, ride my car, plane; my boss please call me by taxi this To help me through the day it can also draw out the worst aspect.The death of my mother put a lot of bad burden on some people in my life and exposed evil. My belief system (which can drive the smaller ideas above) was formed by my mother's tragic death and my poor cocaine addiction father for my 3rd and a half years. I internalized my mother's death and my father's crazy behavior (I believe this is a very bad thing). My father never let me down because cocaine pushed into my room in the middle of the night and tortured me and apologized. He never apologizes for not letting me celebrate my birthday. He did not apologize to say to them that I stand in front of my football team and I am a bad girl so I can not play in that week's game. When talking to my mother that I am OK, I lied. Her death left a hole in my heart, it is very wide, it is huge. My life is now properly divided into two chapters of death of mother and life. I am like a newborn baby, and I need to learn to rule the world that I do not want to be one of them. After the funeral, I saw my mother sitting on my favorite chair while staring outside the window. I was just sitting, I climbed her knees, big belly, and everything. In all of my sorrows, I did not expect that my aunt was alone. Her all her brothers and sisters are gone. I am the only one that can tie her to the life she seems to exist only in her memory. We gather in silence while listening to the heartbeat.

My mother - the biggest inspiration in my life When asked who they are heroes, most people respond with the names of athletes and actors / actors. When asked who my hero is, I need to answer simple three letter letters. My mother is the biggest inspiration in my life and the main reason for why I am and today. I grew up in Richmond, Kentucky, and I would like to introduce you to my mother Vicki Grant. Currently, the 47-year-old mother is the oldest of the three girls. "My mother taught me from a very young age and my career helped the most important contribution of our life - the greatest success we could enjoy - Value ... That is why my profession helps others realize my dreams. "Kim Nylander Herrera, founder and owner of Navitas Human Capital Consulting, my mother raised himself at dawn At that time I was going to college and returning to the factory all day and raising me up in the night, I definitely influenced my career. My mother really affected my life. She had to raise three children alone. My mother will work on a hot day. She always tells us that if we have something we should share it with those who do not have anything. My mother also used her power to stimulate me. We have experienced various situations. I think it is impossible to overcome, but somehow she managed to go beyond these loopholes. My mother is a beautiful, sweet, strong, faithful woman that stimulates my life. I have never lived with my true father in my life, so all I do is with my mother. She brought a lot of inspiration to my life. Needless to say we need to balance her work and take care of me and my brothers, my family is often the only source of income for our family, so I am struggling I will. In spite of the difficulties, we all became good children. My mother encouraged me to play soccer, and now I have a scholarship to play football for Scottsdale Community College. I was embarrassed by myself remembering the day she was in high school. Since I had no practice, my coach called my mother. When she heard the news, she came to my school to find me and asked me why I did not practice. As I have the opportunity to do this in NFL, this can be said to her that it is the best for me.

Even before I first tore the ground, my mother wiped it out of it. My mother felt my pain before I noticed it. Before I could think about them, she understood my need. This is the reason we call her her mother. My mother has had a huge impact on my life and I will always be like that. She is a kind of mother who always takes time to look after four children and a mother who will never make her life difficult makes her child suffer. My mother is always a very strong role model for me and growing with people like her has changed my life in various ways. It is my mother that has the greatest impact on my life. My mother is a strong woman. She works very hard to provide the best service to my family. She is always a trustworthy person and will always help me solve my problems or I will be by my side when I need a shoulder to cry. She has the greatest impact on my life as she believes in me and motivates me to realize my dreams. Sometimes I get angry because she does not agree with me, but I know she will do it for her own good. I think that I am very important to me because I know that I am not alone, I am with others. People I can trust are always by my side. My mother is that person. She never doubts me, she knows I can do whatever I think. She made me go to school, so I can get a good education; she motivated me to work hard in the classroom. I am very lucky and I thank you for having a wonderful mother. Like Abraham Lincoln, my mother believes that I will always be my biggest positive influence and my best fan, even if I live without her. When I grew up, my mother made me believe myself and told myself to accomplish what I want in my heart. She is everyone's dream, I am an inspiration for my dreams I am an inspiration for my dreams. People who want to be a building

It took me a long time to pay attention to the special influence my mother had on my life. She is a kind of thoughtful discussion about the importance of building a united family. There is always a type of mother who has time to listen when I need to express my emotions. I am good at helping the merciful individuals of those in need. In the process of developing such a strong role model, I developed many of her beliefs and interests. Not only I am enjoying the enthusiasm for learning to benefit from new things but I also start to think of the idea that she will contribute to the community in exchange for extraordinary feelings of life, love and spirit . All of our parents are scientific, so we definitely help our scientific trends. But my greatest influence is my mother, when I was very young he introduced me an attractive mathematics. She inevitably emphasized the difference between requirements and sufficient conditions, using a logical language, and left us a law to reduce profit. For me it was not a question of whether women are good at mathematics. My mother knows that I am myself. To some extent, I have a female role model as many of my authority and respects in my life are women. In addition to all of my elementary school teachers, there is my female principal. Together with my piano teacher, this is the most important influence outside my house. Along with my younger sister, he can achieve amazing achievements at any time. We grew up in the UK and we have a female prime minister and a queen. I am most influenced by abnormal parents. My father moved from Iran to the United States in the 1960's, established a shipping company, celebrating the operation for 43 years now. My mother was the first fierce female role model in my life and started a successful business while raising three children. The firm beliefs of my parents for me and the role model they set up were always the foundation of my achievement. Style Salute focuses on the positive power of women and their return to the community. I often instruct young entrepreneurs to develop their own unique business ideas and plan to fund their passion project. I know that there is no money to hire a consultant. It took me a long time to pay attention to the special influence my mother had on my life. She is a kind of thoughtful discussion about the importance of building a united family. There is always a type of mother who has time to listen when I need to express my emotions. I am good at helping the merciful individuals of those in need. In the process of developing such a strong role model, I developed many of my own beliefs and interests. On my beautiful spring morning, my most important day I decided to get up in the morning. Everyone seems to have enjoyed a wonderful morning. It is day. I can hear the crying birds licking love songs. Looking out of the window you can see the sun smiling. My eyes closed and smiled at the sun because my idea was drifting in something that was brought to me on a new day. I noticed that I had only one hour.

Personal Story My mother's dishonesty at the age of seven is one of the minds that become mindfully traumatic. I do not consider anything I remember in this episode, so it is recommended that readers decide for themselves. I am living a very sharp opera life. Almost all the experience I can destroy my family made it possible for me to survive. But the main obstacle I have to overcome happened when I was seven years old. I came back from church with my aunt and uncle at 11 pm. I have never witnessed or have ever witnessed. I lost my mother when I was young When she was alive, I did not believe my father was dishonest. My knowledge about adultery and everything surrounding it is obtained from the book and the internet. I was confused the night that I was convinced, because I did not coordinate for infidelity and a way to deal with it in my life. Very regrettable, he had to go on a business trip for a month. It is a pity that he saw her. Unfortunately, he played terribly badly. Very unfortunately, one of my colleagues was by chance while at work. It is a shame that he lied to me. It is a pity that he lied again. I am very angry, I'm really sorry. Unfortunately, I am confused. I regret having handed the key to his house. Personal Story My mother's dishonesty at the age of seven is one of the minds that become mindfully traumatic. I do not consider anything I remember in this episode, so it is recommended that readers decide for themselves. I am living a very sharp opera life. Almost all the experience I can destroy my family allowed me to survive. But the main obstacle I have to overcome happened when I was seven years old. I came back from my church with my aunt.

My mother, hippie, my mother is "hippie" in any way. So I was at Great Outdoors when I was young. Even a few years later, we lived in a commune farm. I think that my mother's big garden and my nickname "Beans" will be found any time. I remember cats and goats were roaming I remember all the children sleeping in the ceiling full of sleeping rooms. My young Baha'i father and mother lived in a large bohemian house near the University of Washington in 1967. They regularly hold informal meetings and want to know more about Bahá'í. Faith is called "fire side". In one of the rallies, Samandari talks about Bahá'u'llá and his time. This fall (precisely October 22, 2017) is the 200th anniversary of Bahá'u'llá's birth As a Bahai, I have been thinking about his life, doctrine, and heritage. I am returning to the fact that I am always two times away from myself. Can you imagine? Can you summarize it? For Baha'i people, that is particularly unbelievable. That our faith in the world (more than 5 million believers in more than 200 countries) is very new. I met someone who met THE GUY. My mother became the best signatories of this group. She devoted herself to signing with her unique charm and ultimately surpassed my father and sister with skill and knowledge. So far, her enthusiasm is brought to her only. Hippie who missed Woodstock for 10 years, my mother is a perfect free spirit. She moved from one interest to another, she did not learn everything and learn it. Our basement is cross-country skiing and unfinished embroidery cemetery. Her attention has to be awkward before she learns signature details, making her a signature of attractive features, her smile often compliments her mistake. When I grow up, it is definitely not cool to be a hippie. I do not say my parents are really hippies, but they are definitely influenced by some of their thoughts. In my childhood I lived in a cooperative association. My mother cleanses the house with saints, practices yoga, visits the Reiki therapist and reads Tarot cards (she thinks too much 'negligible energy' can not be tolerated, so she stopped before it stopped ). The last time I met my father, he was wearing a tie dyed Grateful Dead T - shirt. Compared with some of my parents' parents, they joined the ring of drums and planted their weeds. Friends grew up in the Italian Buddhist community and witnessed the exact moment she was crowned with her parents birth vide. Other Californians know children who chose their name like Windsong and Skyraven. I am a friend of people who are retreating in Ayahuasca.

My mother was born on 11th April 1970 and is the last of 10 children; she was in her life as she was young because she was suffering from drug addiction and prostitution. My mother lost her parents at the age of 15 and was with me when I was 16 years old. My father was much older than her, so she got married at the age of sixteen, she otherwise asked for it. He goes to prison. What I would like to discuss in this article is my relationship with mother. My mother tried to raise me up, we grew up together, because she is just a child when she owns me, and most people have no parents indeed. I need to go see my mother and get a passport today, but this is the longest delay I have. I think that this is pretty quiet in my family - to interact with prolonged general implicit ambiguity. I tried to keep a relationship with her for a while - to be honest, I did it - it seems to be a waste of time. In addition, she just has sex with the Jews sexy and, to be honest, pisses me off. One day, when you are single at the age of 54, you should think about forgiveness with the family and how you treat your parents as you miss them when they die There are many articles. To be honest, at this point, this is the risk I'm willing to take. I know that this makes me sound like a fucking crap. With my defense, that is not the only story. The first thing I pointed out is the person I first raised my hand, my first love of mine, and my first leadership mode. I do not know that it is a child and I ignore teenagers, but my mother played an important role in developing my leadership to the present state. When I was young, my mother gave me the motivation to work hard to achieve my goals and work without feeling tired. She never allowed me to be discouraged, but I taught to treat my weakness as an advantage to help me learn different ways of thinking, not to make my obstacle won me . She always reminds me that other people's doubts can be silenced by having confidence in their abilities. To be an entrepreneur with confidence in myself is the reason for my success. When I first answered the phone, I was late for my mother. My mother is waiting, my mother is worried, I do not want my mother to worry. I crossed the shadow of trees in a quiet, lined, safe community. Screaming is not right. The passing car disappeared in a few seconds. However, the screams remain in the air. I do not remember these words. I will always remember this feeling. The bark grows. It is strange feeling. There is fear and strength soon. I stop running and run and they think you want to be chased

How many of us are seeking inspiration, motivation, and power? Usually, I think our role model is influencer or huge idol. Whenever I get depressed and get out of desperate circumstances, my mother knows that I was there just as it was now. This is her story, which gives me the power to stand up again and share the inspiration of my story. For me, there is no one but my biggest pillar, quilt, consultant, mentor, role model, my mother. Ever since I was young, I got up late to see myself and knew everything I wanted, I did not need to understand everything I felt and actually say it. From being friends and mothers, she is always very well-balanced Even today, I am spending more time for myself and her sleeping at any time, let me talk to me every day for countless hours trying to help me cook me. I feel homesick, all of this does not complain about how slow she is, or how tired she is. Is there a mother who has not done yet? I want to know from time to time You have a lot to teach my mother, you are a modest person, so this is the most intimate person I know, a very strong mind as well as your woman. I can only say that you are so proud that you are my mother. Love you, forever mom My mother is my best friend, my confidence, the pillar of my strength, and my hero. I do not yet know a stronger person than her. Despite her being physically absent, I continued to learn from my mother. Believe in the struggle, and believe there are a lot of people, I quietly think about my mother and her smart humorous words, always let her baby's daughter smile. What is Saudi Arabia for you? If you want to hear the story my country told in the West, my country is that most people get huge wealth from our oil reserves and that all women are suppressed I assert. I saw that the chiefs and elites regarded money as something growing on trees and that women suffered, but this is only one of them. Through all of these, my pillar of my strength is my mother. She is a widow in her early thirties and has three children under ten years of age and raised it. She returned to college, finished studying in about two years, and acquired her bachelor's degree with honors. We move up and down the central Sant Joaquin Valley (such as seasonal workers), follow new work, ownership of the house and often return to our home Turlock. Of course, it is difficult to move around many times. But I learned to be friends with many different people and I realized that the new things mean reinventing themselves. What I learned important is very important. Because I can not always take away everything. Furthermore, life is too short to be a trend or brand.

In addition to English, I speak Nepali and Hindi. Nepal is my native language, the official language of Nepal in China. Nepal has been fully understood and understood in Nepal. It is widely used in eastern India, especially in Darjeeling, Sikkim, Assam and is considered to be one of the official languages ​​of India. The script in Nepali is Devnagari, but in fact, the same script is used in Hindi, and many words are common to both languages. BTL attracted new players and countries including Nepal. Nepal is a developing country, but there are rich cultures, traditions and words. By inviting participants from Nepal, participants from other countries can benefit from sharing their culture, customs and traditions through language. As my Nepali language was not perfect, in schools in the past a lot of students laughed at me when I talked about Nepali. Due to the difference between my mother tongue and Nepali, my accent is not very good. I felt very sad because I knew that the Nepali language I talked about was not as good as my former friend. I used to tell her newborns how to talk in Nepali from my aunt when I was young. As they get older, they have smoother tones and they can talk better than I did. But one important thing is that they do not know how to speak their mother tongue. They understand this to a certain extent, but the people of Nepal have talked to them because they do not know anything about their mother's tongue even if they are rude and broken mother's tongue . Nepali is the language of the Indian-Arian tribe, the official language of Nepal. According to the 2001 census of Nepal, over 11 million Nepalis (48.61% of the total population) claimed that their mother tongue was their mother tongue. It is also used for other countries in South Asia, such as India and Bhutan, and also for expatriates in Nepal from around the world. According to the Indian census of 1991, over 2 million Indians are using Nepali as their mother tongue. In Nepal, Nepalese people show some variations of dialects mainly related to geographical factors and socio-cultural factors. Nonetheless, the dialects that most Nepalese users call the "Oriental dialect" have shown very small changes (Bandhu et al., 1971).

My mother is the most important person in my life and there is no doubt that it is the most perfect person I know. She is very beautiful and has the most kind eyes I have ever seen. Not only does she work hard to confirm that I have a good growth experience, it is also very strict, and I punish myself every time I make a mistake. Back then, I did not like this punishment, but now I have come to notice that I am better at correcting me and helping me walk the right path in the process of growth. My brothers and sisters and I are always proud of our mother, especially her beautiful long hair. Whenever my mother came to school, the other students advise us to ask our mother to remove the pin from their hair and see the good hair I remember. I have seen many beautiful people, but few women can compare with the beauty of my mother. One of the reasons my brothers and sisters especially like my mother is the way she took care of us, especially when I am sick. She is a knowledgeable woman offering various in-home treatments to help take care of the mild illness that we have received since childhood. Her maternal love extends to farm animals, especially chickens. My mother always checks the chicken and hands the medicine when he is convinced that he / she is sick. My brothers and sisters and I do not want to see our mother sad and do anything to bring a smile to her face. Interestingly, she always smiles and makes us stop worrying, even if she is very worried about something or sad about something. Not only does my mother love the people around her, she is also considerate. We often observe her sympathy for our neighbor, especially when a new neighbor comes in, or when one of her neighbors experiences difficult times. My mother goes to a poor neighbor at the expense of her time, drinks a hot soup and makes the neighbor immediately acknowledge it. My mother is a good cook and I am always looking forward to the next meal. She knows how to mix the right ingredients and it becomes a food that we often rub our fingers. It is only the memory of the food my mother prepared for us, I am longing for today. Since this is a descriptive article, you need to describe some unique attributes to describe an individual or object as special. In that case it will be the mother of the speaker. People can start writing this article by explaining the meaning of the mother to the person and the unique features that make the person have special ideas and emotions. You can explain what a mother did in order to make you feel like a special person. In addition, it can also explain how his mother is interested in someone. Are you looking for professional essay writing services online? Please feel free to contact us. Nichols insists that the Americas are "dark women". To support this, Kerouac's mother pointed out that as follows: "My mother went to a banana with slow and slow climbing move like India, like a grandmother who broke tortilla and boiled in a millennium and a windy storm" (Kerouac 10). From this example, Nichols believes that "this figurative description of mother's curiosity masks her racial discrepancy" (Nicholls 527). Writing an explanatory article about your mother means that your mother will have a big impact on you. You must show the main features of the mother who made her stand out. Anecdotes are a good start, the moving stories about individuals are phenomena that are widely used in descriptive ordered articles. Anecdotes are wise and persuasive to draw readers' attention. Let's express mothers' physical characteristics by using descriptive adjectives and similar things. Your introduction can start with questions, anecdotes, flashbacks, emotional memories, sighs Anecdote: Anecdotes are short stories. Starting your article with an anecdote that is clearly related to the topic is another great way to draw attention to the reader and to easily present your descriptive writing skills. But there are some things to keep

This seems to be a normal day for me to enter Mrs. A's AP language and composition class, but I rarely know that she assigns a very important project. I sat down and wrote down the contents of the board. Then I sat patiently and waited for Mrs. A to explain what we are doing today. When the late bell rang, Mrs. Slide slipped into the room and gave us a bunch of documents. Then she talked about the work, memoirs we are about to complete. When she explained this very important work, I wanted to know what I would write. Author Note: I recently found this essay when I was studying materials for my mother's memoirs; I hired this for the centennial anniversary of the Birch at Alfred Hitchcher (1899-1999) I wrote it. In 2000, Hitchcock appeared to dominate movie news. There are several movie reviews, documentaries, interviews, magazine articles and dramas that introduce some of the master's great works. I hope that this work will entertain you. For me, nostalgia never gets old. Some argue that growth in the 1950s is not too bad. I ran Slinkys down the stairs, sitting in the middle of the black and white 17 inch Hoffman, Sylvania, Faircome and rotating the hula hoop through the television miracle in the middle. Captain, adventure is fascinated. Rinda and Disneyland My memoir of this year, "My Mother Duras" is a memoir of a journey that followed the footprints of French writer Margaret Duras through Vietnam / Cambodia where she spent the first 17 years of her life. . I have been studying it for years, this is an important moment! The deadline is set for February 26th and November, and I will inform my friends and family about reducing downtime in the coming months. I was not entwined to the retreat of a solitary writer. I learned lessons here. I collapsed at home this time and everything went well. On some days, this is a difficult difficulty, and I made great progress on other days. But I noticed that other things are spreading - my patience on completion affected my writing. I did not spend time painting all the delicious details, but it passed away. I am taking a "good enough" attitude. This is good for the primary election as you know that you will return many times. I am living a very interesting life. I recently retired, I have two goals, I am planning to do it for a long time. The first thing is to write my mother's memoir. My mother is a wonderful woman. Originally from Yugoslavia, she was a survivor of the Holocaust who emigrated to Israel. She later survived Kfar Etzion, the Jordan imprisonment and other battles. Kindergarten teacher, she is a wonderful storyteller! About 25 years ago, she was planning to undergo surgery to remove the tumor from the lungs. Before the program, we did adventure together. She always wanted to travel from the northernmost tip of Israel to the southernmost Eilat. So we did it. Regardless of the outcome of her surgery, I decided to record her story for future generations. So I took a tape recorder and a lot of batteries to travel and recorded everything. I converted a tape with a story to a disc.

I would like to thank all my friends and family of my mother who came here today to celebrate her life and mourn her death. I believe that she will be very happy to see you all here, I know that this means the world for her. I think that looking back at her life all these good things about her and telling her all the wonderful things she did are do these things, and there are many. All the good things in me come from this woman in whole or in part. But in the church, after my wonderful honorific words of my father, my mother was not 10 feet from me, and this line made me feel cold. I can see the hands of my aunt and the huge glass ashtray she likes and the cigarette butts dyed with 3 to 4 lipsticks in the ashes. I did not expect this feeling. I began to cry. Later, my brother told me he barely noticed. Sometimes I think it must be breath, but it feels like an ax of the breastbone. I remember that moment, I was telling myself how I settled down, I owe her at least that much. This is the mantra I made in advance. I said to myself twice before I continued. Let's supplement the mantra and spend those moments by yourself. Grab it at the top of every page There is an old Yiddish proverb that expresses the mother's favor, and eyes overflow when the heart is full. So this is the case when we try to summarize and respect mother's life. My mother is a difficult, unusual and complicated woman. She loves her children although she loves her children, Barbara, Wendy and I, her son, Mary, John and David, her grandson Kenny, Corey and her stepchild, Mandy and Tyrone To adore her husband, my father. My father is a truly permanent center and passion in my mother's life. She is his, I know that they are going to celebrate the 60th anniversary. Theresa's mother's respect, Teresa's granddaughter, Joseph's granddaughter, my mother, Natibidado was born on 24th December 1921 in El Paso, Texas. She always tells us she should be responsible for the birth of her sister in this country. My family has returned to Mexico because PD closes the mine and sends the workers back to Mexico. This family has never been to since my mother was born. She is convinced she knows that she was born in Texas, but she is proud that she is a "girl in molensie." When asking my family to explain my mother, they used a lot of the same term: private, very shy, friendly, modest

Many of us have role models in our lives, and the role models of most people are athletes and movie stars, but for me there are more examples. For me, the role model is not a selfish and greedy person but a person who positively influences someone in my life. They help shape someone's personality and identity. They are people who can ask for advice in difficult situations and know that they will give these words of wisdom. They never judge our past actions, but they really just want to ask for help as they really care. My mother's role model paper roll model is a person you can connect. I think that you can learn from them and then they can learn from you. My example is my mother. She had to go through the summer of hell, this is what she and I have learned. God gives you what you must run with it. I do not want big responsibility. I thought, "Why should I worry about them until I have to do this." My way of thinking is selfish. - Britney Spears: Inappropriate Roll Model One of the most popular teen artists ever distorted the hearts of our young people. Britney Spears has appeared on television commercials, MTV videos, the cover of many magazines, and broadcasting, and controls the development of children today. Sexy charm to her perfect appearance and fascination of young audience. Children and teenagers work as hard as her I have never had a real male role model. In 1973 when my father broke up, my grandparents adopted my mother. My male version is based on a very distorted cartoon of all men in my life, from my grandfather to my companion. What I said to me and what happened to me made me a monster that appeared in the 1990s. There is another so - called male influence that has nothing to do with my life. Presence of God I will explain further as we progress. Tighten it, it will be robust My family has many women's role models and my mother is a very obvious person, but some people like communication aid for major technology companies like my aunt. I am glad that I can have a very supportive family, so my inspiration is as happy as successful as my family woman, and it is my motive to pursue my favorite things is. For women in the technical field, Marisa Mayer is a person I admire. Marisa's enthusiasm and devotion made her a successful business woman, and she was happy to see the female CEO with this influence. Since joining CA Technologies earlier this year, I have met many women in a leadership position that has proved that technology is not necessarily a dominant men.

According to Oxford Dictionary (2003), the hero is defined as "people respectful of courage or other excellent qualities". People often encourage heroes to celebrities with special functions and excellent achievements to distinguish them from the public. As far as I am concerned, my hero is not a famous person in the world, but personally it is very important. In addition, she is the one who can make the most impact on me. My mother is my hero. My mother was born in a small town called Tanjung Balai in North Sumatra. My mother is my hero. My mother is the one who is the most kind, the most patient, the most thoughtful, tolerant, the most understanding, I want to be. To sacrifice her dream to send a good life to me. She was forced to escape from a stormy land of war to a perfectly strange country, and she left the life she had built for years. For what? In order to meet a disloyal man and fall in love with him, he can only give him up to give up and let her have her child raised alone. I need to get rid of fear and get rid of all the restrictive beliefs that my stupid brain draws. I am scared because I do not notice what I want, but that is not about myself. When I approached the edge and I just wanted to give up, my mother was the only one who took me to this planet. For her, I have my life My mother was always my hero. It seems like a little complaint, but I think my mother is my hero. I identify them by their willingness to prepare a hero for others. I also associate heroicism with endless passion, eternal encouragement, and eternal inner mind. I believe that many people in this great world will fulfill this standard, but I also believe that heroes sometimes mean everything in the world from time to time. My mother is such a person to me. I have never seen a man who is willing to give up on others. She taught me to live my life by serving other people and serving God. In the process, I am satisfied because I have made an effort to discover and realize my purpose on the planet. The purpose of finding a person is very difficult and heroes will help this journey. They provide security, guidance, and inspiration. More importantly, this is the source of passion and creativity.

When I was a child, I dreamed of being an adult becoming an adult. My mother often laughs at me and tells me to take care of my childhood. I certainly have not heard. However, only this year, I began to pay attention to everything she taught me. It is my year that I graduated from college and became my own. Suddenly, my mother taught me to return to all. I did not believe it when I was young, but today I believe in 100%. Becoming a woman in this world is difficult to succeed, but when you do you will not be stopped. 18. Call grandparents, brothers and sisters, relatives. Someday your voice will not be heard. 25. I never let the world say that you can not do anything for you or because you can not do anything because you are who you are from where you are from Thank you for being a mother, a caretaker, a great hug, a teacher, a single parent, a smart, independent, confident woman. Regardless of who I am today, no matter where I go, it is for the lessons you teach me and for the love you provide. My mother taught me a lot. In addition to extraordinary mention and too valuable sharing, I said three things; my mother taught me how to teach me how to give and love me to give love to Stevie Wonder, to drink It was. The lesson of love comes from the story and ethics she got on me. Love comes from everything I observe. My mother is resettling some of the other children and taking care of the children, often exceeding the money paid to her. But the greatest love lesson I learned from my mother came from my efforts to accept her for her. Not only is she my mother, not only because she is a great human being, but despite all the attributes of the world of variability and superficiality and the attributes of my mother she is unauthorized and temperament I love myself declaring When I was a child, I dreamed of being an adult becoming an adult. My mother often laughs at me and tells me to take care of my childhood. I certainly have not heard. However, only this year, I began to pay attention to everything she taught me. It is my year that I graduated from college and became my own. Suddenly, my mother taught me to return to all. I did not believe it when I was young, but today I believe in 100%. Back then, I thought that my mother was just hard to handle. I think she should be an ordinary mother, and as the present sorrow is rolling, please let me cry like all my friends like my child. Not my mother, she speaks clearly to me the importance of life, and there is no time for a fairy tale. Therefore, when I was nine years old, I did not promise to anyone of us tomorrow, so I learned to learn the taste every moment. My mother left me in the funeral home for several hours to show the body of a premature baby who could only breathe for a few hours before giving up. She gave me a strict instruction and made everyone not to disturb the baby in a casket like a crib. When my mother came out from the back door and the sad mother was walking in the front, every corner of the church was full of snoring. He has never heard of it.

In 1859, Henry Ward Beecher said: "The mother's heart is a child's classroom." I believe this sentence is for me and my mother's experience. I learned more about my life from her 15-year school education. Over the past 20 years my mother has taught me a lot of valuable lessons through illustration of consideration, thoughtfulness, and generosity. She is an angel who always protected me. Iyanla Vanzant said in the book, "One day my soul has been opened." "A truly considerate person is not obliged, but because you are in the mind, body and spirit, feel your feelings You can feel it, the sense of responsibility is wrong, the caring person ... more content In addition to sympathy, my mother is also very thoughtful. If someone needs their help, she will be late. She took my grandmother to eat and ran for her. She always puts another person in front of her. For example, last year I began to sing in Iowa choir. It is very important for me that singing was always my passion. She drove to Ames for every concert. It is very important for me to support me in the audience. This year we started singing at the church choir. I was very excited and nervous when I sang on the first Sunday Before I sang, she gave me a beautiful necklace with a star pendant. I remember her warm embrace, she said good luck to me, I am her star. I was touched by the fact that she took time from a busy schedule to encourage and support what she thought was important to me. She might have spent a few minutes of time blessing me, but she left me first. The third aspect my mother admires is her generosity. She always buys things for others. Anyway, we are not a wealthy family, but she always gives. Just a few weeks ago, my mother 's friend was talking about being unable to buy a new winter coat for her son. That night my mother went out and bought him. About a month ago, my mother heard that women are drug addicts whose women are recovering. "My mother, my hero." Type: essay. "In the addictive world, it is the family to help withdrawing loved ones from the hands of drug abuse, many people find treatment through their support and often when mothers (or mothers) are always needed Of course, if you look at children suffering from poisoning, your mother may also be the most serious injury, why are you your mother your hero? "Prize money: 200 Dollar. Deadline: May 1, 2017 My hero is my mother. I know that most children think that their mother is the best, but I think my mother is very special. Why may you ask. Why is my mother my hero? My mother is going to do everything an ordinary mother does, such as cleaning, cooking, shopping. But she also did something to make her a hero. My mother is a child suffering from type 1 diabetes. That girl is me. My mother woke up late at night, when my blood glucose level fell, I treated me with juice boxes and candies She was waiting for my blood sugar to rise. My mother sleeps only one night a week, and there is no hypoglycemia or high blood sugar alarm. She is always asleep when it is necessary to reexamine after low tide. When she eats lunch, she calculates all the carbohydrates and measures all my food. She helped me to know the amount of insulin needed for my food. As my hero, my mother spared no effort to ensure that my happiness was always satisfied. When I was a child, my favorite vacation was Christmas. Like all children, I was awake at Christmas morning to see what Santa left behind the tree. I have never woken up with rude rude socks and have never missed parcels with bad parcels embroidered with scribbled "Santa's favorite". She truly made me realize that this magical presence comes down to a gift under the Christmas tree every year. I made my mother truly a great hero, that Santa's gift is always 10 times better than myself. When unleashing the gift to find what I want, I made a big smile and she was even more surprised. In a sense, my mother is a hero and she does not hesitate to make me happy. She did not

George Baker is closest to my mother's sonnet, beloved, most beloved, farthest place, I often sit under a big window where she sits in a huge place like Asia You realize that you are, laughter is shocked. Jin and chicken are helpless and irresistible for Irish hands, but irresistible Rabelais, but the most friendly for dog-footed dogs and birds around her - she is a follower-like parade that anyone can not follow. A band puppy. She did not think about looking up at the bomber or throwing the gin or skylight into the cellar, but relying on the mahogany table is like a mountain where only faith can move. She leaves from More In the 17th century, Sonnets adapted for other purposes, John Dorn and George Herb started a religious sonnet (see John Donne's St. Sonnet), and John Milton used Sonnets as Sonnets. General meditation poetry Perhaps Milton's most famous sonnet was named after "his blindness" in later "When I think about how my light is being used" . In the meantime, the program that rhymes Shakespeare and Petrarchan is very popular. From 1670 to the Wordsworth era, the Sonnet epidemic appeared with the restoration. However, Sonnet returned strongly during the French Revolution. Wordsworth himself wrote hundreds of sonnets, the most famous among them is "on the Westminster Bridge", "the world is too much for us", and "London, 1802" then write in Milton; he Sonnet basically imitates Milton's 3 Use Spenserian Sonnets to examine different types of rhyming patterns. Epitome and Milton's Sonnets are based on Petrartan Sonnets, but Spenserian Sonnets developed by Edmund Spencer imitated Shakespeare's Sonnet. But it explores the conjunctive rhyme system. 4 Use terza rima sonnet to explore short poetry and various rhymes. In addition to simple sonnets, all the sonnets we saw so far used four strings in the first part. But terza rima sonnets are written using linked Telesets or 3 lines poetry. Sonnet sequence is a group of Sonnets sharing the same subject, sometimes dramatic situations and roles. Please see 14 Portuguese songs by Modern Love Sequence of George Meredith, Astrophel and Stella of Philip Sidney, 1914 Sequence of Rupert Brooke, Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Poetry "When I saw wealth and human shame, I was drowned only in abandoned states ..." In addition to Sonnet, Sonnet 29 may be a series of Shakespeare's sonnets. It is the first really famous poem. But why is it widely recognized and selected? Look closely at Sonnet 29 and analyze carefully. After all, the luck of the minstrel is not good for his companion, and they all depend on themselves, cry and are avoided by everyone. He cried out to heaven, but he did not serve anything. He acknowledges more lucky people, those who have more friends, or those who have the talent and vision he is missing.

It took me years to realize that my mother had a big impact on my life. She is always interested in learning something new, sacrificing herself for her family, and becoming the strongest woman in my eyes. When I grow up I know that I am not the best son in the world, but if you ask her, she will say no. In retrospect, my mother has the most positive and important influence on my life. My mother is actually an ordinary woman, but her small appearance is extraordinary perseverance, patience, selfless soul, and very kindly shining. Most people claim that their mother is the best in the world. I do not know this, but my mother is definitely the best I can get. This is my letter to my mother, obviously the most important person in my life. Through the permanent depression of my life, my mother holds me like a baby in the war zone. Actually, my life is of course like a war zone, but she is shaking my life like a white flag. Chaos is intertwined among families, but for some reason, strangely enough, everything goes back to where it belongs and finds it. When I was young, many goblins tidied up my bed before I got to bed and put it in the kitchen when I tried to cook. When I got crazy, I cleaned up the house. . But as I get older, I noticed that this is not a group of goblins. This is the work of a lonely angel. An angel was sent from the man there to the earth, squatting, trampling the main line, taming the savages And it has a big impact on my life. My mother is actually an ordinary woman, but her small appearance is extraordinary perseverance, patience, selfless soul, and very kindly shining. A kind of mother with her heartfelt feeling, a strong woman with a strong will, and a kind of people who have shown great enthusiasm to every unfortunate life. David owns a motorcycle. It's not big, but it can reach a very dangerous speed. To remind the person who likes speed, if you are running the road at speed it is dangerous for you and other road users. One night, when I was in the back seat of David's motorcycle, I learned this in a very painful course. We saw the movie a few kilometers away from my house, we were on our way home.

Death is most often drawn to end all important functions permanently as the end of life or for a deeper purpose. This seems to be a fairly simple concept, and regardless of whether they understand it or not, people will accept it eventually as it is inevitable. Especially when it is closely related to life, humans think it is difficult to define death. Some people define death as the moment life ends, others define death as the postnatal state. In William Faulkner's "I am dying", Vardaman Bundren has a funny but misunderstood view of death. Died When I was 4 years old, I first asked my mother "Why?" Question: "Mother, why does Pipo live in the water?" Live in the water. This answer makes me frustrated, so I asked: 'Why are fish living underwater?' Can we still live in the water? 'Mama replied that the fish robbed oxygen from the surrounding water to breathe; people could not breathe underwater. Then I asked someone apparently irrelevant. '' Ice is made of water, Matteo. 'Two days later, Pippo was found in the freezer Any Bengali table can catch you. We begin our life from the preparation of the fish. And I am enough to say that I like it. This recipe is not entirely my thing or a boom boom. It was made by my mother-in-law. My mother and my mother-in-law converted it with a hobby of heaven. I hope someday I can say my recipe. The boom boom talked very well whenever I tried it. But I have never believed him before. Growing up in a Catholic family means to eat fish on Friday, especially on Friday. I never took out French fries from a local shop, but broke the squid of George King made by my mother. I am not the cheapest fish in Queen Victoria in Melbourne, but I believe King George, my father bought back in the 1960s and 1970s, is not the price of today. My mother made breadcrumbs from scratch using preserved home-baked bread, which is of course very important for children, as well as fish fillets. I am convinced that adults are fearful of rubbing their bones accidentally on their bones. This is disappointing. For half a century, after having eaten various fish fillets and whole fish, I have never stabbed a bone in my throat. I have a fishing rod when I walk, I started fishing since I was 6 years old.

My mother's role model paper roll model is a person you can connect. I think that you can learn from them and then they can learn from you. My example is my mother. She had to go through the summer of hell, this is what she and I have learned. God gives you what you must run with it. I do not want big responsibility. I thought, "Why should I worry about them until I have to do this." My way of thinking is selfish. I was always a little selfish, but I am concerned at the same time. The Bible recognizes the influence of the example. Parents are a natural example. "Listen to my son, listen to your father's instructions, do not give up on your mother's teaching" (Proverbs 1: 8). Church leaders are role models for justice: "In all matters, they did good things" (Titus 2: 7). Teachers have a tremendous influence on shaping life: "All well-trained people will be like their teachers" (Luke 6: 40). If the example we choose is not wise, we could be misunderstood and ruin our faith and morality. Proverbs 13:20 warns: "The fool's companion is hurt, so be wise. My mother's role model paper roll model is a person you can connect. I think that you can learn from them and then they can learn from you. My example is my mother. She had to go through the summer of hell, this is what she and I have learned. God gives you what you must run with it. I do not want big responsibility. I thought, "Why should I worry about them until I have to do this." My way of thinking is selfish. - Britney Spears: Inappropriate Roll Model One of the most popular teen artists ever distorted the hearts of our young people. Britney Spears has appeared on television commercials, MTV videos, the cover of many magazines, and broadcasting, and controls the development of children today. Sexy charm to her perfect appearance and fascination of young audience. Children and teenagers work as hard as her I have never had a real male role model. In 1973 when my father broke up, my grandparents adopted my mother. My male version is based on a very distorted cartoon of all men in my life, from my grandfather to my companion. What I said to me and what happened to me made me a monster that appeared in the 1990s. There is another so - called male influence that has nothing to do with my life. Presence of God I will explain further as we progress. Tighten it, it will be robust

It was my first year of college that I wrote the article about my mother for the first time. I am studying at a university that is 400 miles away from my house. This is my first experience. When I said "parents", nobody cares. I collect large families who were my parents in what I think others have. Apart from my experience I went to college to study art history, literature and language. When I assigned a memo about the writing class of referral communication, I was delayed until I played an account with my mother for lunch. I do not know what else to write, I did not have time to consider other options. Those you know, those of elementary school first grade The book starts with "Matricide" which is the first article of the series. That article concerns the death of my mother explaining the various complications in our relationship and the experience I took care of her. The last work is about my own debris. When I recovered from this illness I asked me if I notice somewhat different from a better experience. I can not answer their questions, but I noticed that I asked my mother something similar when she died. In my opinion, not only does emotion affect people 's illness and reaction to death, but culture also needs to draw an arc in our experience. When I write and start to summarize them, we should change many ideas or lead better. Not much change, like this For the sake of clarity, about my mother ... this is a book about my grandmother written by my mother. That's not about my mother, not about my mother - it is. In fact, about my mother ... About my mother, about my grandmother. In this sense, it is really a book about my "mother". But this is not the book I wrote. Yes, I wrote a preface, yes - I have clearly depicted that I have a copy of a book called "About my mother" (in the above picture ...) I wrote a book about my mother It does not mean that. I am different. This does not mean that my mother's book relates to her son. It's not. This is about my grandmother. And to make my mother understand

Personal statements are empty, confusing, uncertain and suspicious, but the most important is fear. These feelings attacked me like a lightning bolt and these emotions are absolutely too big for an 11 year old child. My mother said cancer, her condition is nearly round. I know that she is ill but cancer. Indeed, breast cancer took a long time to deal with such short sentences. I soon learned that this was the last day of my cry. My mother does not need a baby to cry; she did not talk herself, she took care of my sister. My mother caught breast cancer. The person I work for, his wife is suffering from cancer, and she insists that she benefits greatly from marijuana pills and can alleviate her chemotherapy. My mother never took me. This will be in the 1980s. My mother did not try because she was not that old. I think this is a generation of prejudice. But if that goes well, then we will go. Because marijuana is cheap, easy to grow domestically and difficult to obtain a patent, many people think that research and legalization are not progressed due to the opposition to the legalization of large pharmaceutical companies is. . Do you think this is a conspiracy theory, or do you think it is legal? My mother's mother was far from breast cancer when I attended elementary school. Breast cancer I will immediately take my mother's sister's brain tumor, Jill. Now my mother is completely transferring breast cancer - her body is lit like a Christmas tree during the scan - I can only imagine her view of cancer. To our knowledge, at least she has never worried about it and talked about it. I really do not remember what I might have told my mother about her ill during the past year and a half. I do not think it will appear. How does she feel? Is she scared? She seems to concentrate solely on watching I become an eagle boy. This is a realistic goal

My mother has a wide range of subjects in every field from politics to history and medicine. When she spit out medical terms it sounded like a second language for me. When she sounds like she is talking about another language she is actually. When she switched from English, I applaud her, jealous of her, and confused everyone. Regardless of what decision, whatever you are doing, she is always with me. She told me what I thought I had to do, but in the end she was always by my side I would like to thank my mother, she made for me, bought for me, all meals packed for me, I will stay here all day, may not be over yet. My mother and I have a lot of wonderful times. She is not afraid of stupidity, we have a sense of humor, we make it hysterically laughable My mother always finishes herself. I do this because she is one of the most compassionate, loved people I know, but I hope that she sometimes takes time to put herself first. If I choose a single feature to define a great mother, that may be the case. Sometimes it is difficult to understand this unconditional love, but my mother made such a wonderful family, I know that I love the rest of my life. The first reason I admire my mother is that she taught me the experience. Experience is what you learned in your life. As a child, you always know that people are really kind and generous. It's not. As you step into the real world, you will see the real face of the person and all the different plans planning to make them succeed. It happened to me when I was in elementary school sixth grade. When my classes tested and my friend did not know the answer, she asked me what the answer was, but I talked to her what the answer was. Instead, she said that she had not arrived there yet, or she did not know it. I am really depressed and unhappy, but as I learned from my mother, I understood why my friends did that and I made it much easier. What I admire most is my mother Flora. She is not only my mother, but my best friend. My mother grew up on a small island called St. Lucia in the Caribbean. She is one of five children living in a two-room house without indoor plumbing. She did not complain about what she had or what she wanted. She did it to support her family. Because of her strength and determination, I admire her. The ten strong men are mentally incompatible with the mother's power. My mother likes to read, she will read paper strips and waste paper that she can find. When I was fifteen, my mother faced two alternatives. One is going to the country, choosing a variety of fruits and vegetables, selling money or becoming a school teacher. Her dream of becoming a policeman was to be 18 years old, so she was a teacher because she was postponed. I do not know how she wants to cooperate with the police. Before she takes care of herself, she takes care of her children first This is the second reason I admire my mother. Taking care of a person is not easy, and taking care of yourself is more difficult. My mother always takes care of me before taking care of me. For example, after a long day of work, she does not go home just to take a nap, she takes dinner for our family, wash clothes, spends a short time looking at homework, school I complained about the matter. Then the day after I took a shower, she prepared my bag. Someone other than her can not do the same.

I interviewed mother Nancy Gibbs Jefferson and my uncle Billy Rey Jefferson. I chose them because I believe they can get the most relevant information about the history and heritage of our family. During that process I gained a lot of information about my ancestors and their origins. Before I interviewed them, I knew little about the history of my estate, the birthplace of my ancestors, and the place they moved from the motherland to America. What I have learned is more colorful than the cultural background of my country. When I interviewed relatives of Ohio and Greenville I began to join my mother's life, my grandparents 'lives, and the stories of my cousin, my aunt's and my uncle' s lives. These stories hope that like the story I heard in my childhood, I will inherit this family history and American history and armed the world like me. Mr. Hendol's watermelon's commentary was published during the change. As a group of all white people participated in the BookCon conference in just a few months, we need a grassroots organization dedicated to diversifying the diversity of books, literature of all children. Due to the lack of diversity in the workplace, the publishing industry shocked like a pecan tree and called on the scene. In this year's National Book Awards, many books are non-Caucasian protagonists, three finalists of 20 people are colored. One of the brown finalists (I! The first person is me for 8 months. Among the family of my mother, I was the first child, so I grew spoiled clearly. My mother has three brothers, so that's a big surprise! One day, one of my uncle thought that he wanted at least one of my pictures. This was in the middle of 1985, household cameras were rare. So, he took me to the photo studio to take a picture. According to family history, he spent more than 30 minutes to make me smile, but I refused. So, I took a picture of me, and the glare is intact! I am going to visit my remaining family in November this year - I will include my mother's sister Betty. I will go to my mother's home town in Georgia Swinsboro and interview the people I met at my high school with my mother. For family information, see the old newspaper archive of Swainsboro Blade. I will go to the place where she lived. I will try to soak herself in my mother's life as she did in the 1950s around her injuries. I do not know anything - if there is something - I will find it. It seems my journey has changed a bit, probably the search is over. My mother probably received a psychiatric surgery in 1970, but this is not a story of her psychosis at all. There is more to clarify now. My younger brother joined me, my nephew shoots an interview and a survey of the old video recorder.

People that I never have, my reason to date is my mother. My mother is the one I am most appreciate and admired. Without her dedicated efforts and efforts, I became an illegal occupant in the Philippines, entering a place where it is very difficult to get enough living, and enough money to keep bread for my family You will earn. Her primary goal and dream is to pass the NCLEX exam. This makes her go to the United States. This will allow her to create a better life and life for herself and find a job she will send back the necessary money for her family. My mother is the largest of the nine brothers and sisters. They are struggling to get enough money to buy food ... She knows that good education will be the only way to succeed in the future. My mother promised to herself, earned money for the family to emigrate to America, and promised to do her best at school work. She wants to control her life and receive good education. She likes studying in high school. She is trapped in her room and sits on a table at the corner of the room. When she is studying, she will continue to learn and have dinner. She is proud of herself when she succeeded in all the exams and the finals. Her friend invites her to go out to dinner at the shopping mall, but she remembers her commitment to himself, so it is more important that all her before all I will put on my homework. After she graduated from high school above her average she worked hard at college classes. She knew that an employer was always needed in the medical field, so she got a degree in Metical Technology. My mother studied day and night through her board council exam. The board exam is what you need to graduate from college. She soon passed the exam and worked hard for the next exam. With this, she traveled to the United States and led her to a successful future suitable for her. The examination is called the "National Committee Exam." Many Filipinos received very difficult exams to move to the United States. Many people took it After 20 years in 2003, after my doctor diagnosed stage 4 advanced lung cancer, I lived in the ward with my brothers and sisters and my mother. As I sent a "debilitating illness" life, she said I was her hero in front of everyone. My mother swears to fight for a life like myself. But I never thought about Milroy's "weakness". I learned how to cope with Miloy's help I helped take care of this life. I mastered some of my skills to solve my mother's problem, I got my 18-year old daughter at home, helped me to enter a very excellent university, up to 4 jobs at a time after divorce and unemployment I raised it. , Run several companies, and even help some people In a story I say not often, my mother is not a hero. She spread a strong sense of independence and individuality between me and my sister, but my mother sent a provisional life dominated by filial piety for most of my childhood . Her guilt and sense of responsibility become my teenage sister, and I call her "weak". Most of our teenagers and most of the initial adulthood has escaped a life that my mother chose to take the initiative. Now, as I approached my age, she is surprised to learn that I understand my love in complexity. The feature I was called the weak person makes me realize that unconditional love is what I fear, I may never experience something like someone's love other than her I do not think so. My mother is my hero. My mother is the most kind, the most patient, the most loving, tolerant, most understanding soul, I am the person I want to want. To sacrifice her dream to send a good life to me. She was obliged to escape from the stormy land of war to a perfectly strange country, leaving behind the life she has built for years. For what? In order to meet a disloyal man and fall in love with him, he can only let him give up on her and raise her alone by herself. I need to get rid of fear and get rid of all the restrictive beliefs that my stupid brain draws. I was scared because