My mom is Beautiful; the words to describe her appearance would be insufficient. She is beautiful in all her aspects. Her smile shines like the sun at sunrise. My mommy has black hair with shimmering sprays of white, long and smooth curls like noodle spaghetti. Her eyes are black and round, filled with love. When my mommy laughs you can see a beautiful love in the side of her cheek. My mommy is average height; she has large eyelashes and figured eyebrows. Her lips are thick with a sparkle of pink; nose is medium and much defined. Her ears are rounded and neither too large nor too small, "normal". In general her face is smooth with a bit of wrinkles on her forehead but beautiful still. She is of robust constitution, but with nice curves. My mommy doesn't like to go out on the street without dressing up. She loves to dress very presentable and in fashion. For instance, every time she goes to the gas station even do she would come back home quickly, she will dress up and where her heels. For me, my mommy is the gorgeous women of all. You offer a lot of physical description here. Consider whether you need all of it. You might be more successful focusing on a few of the most prominent features, to create a distinct image of her.
The action that she portrays is sweet and kind. When she walks, she moves as a warrior prepared for the battle. The nature of my mommy is pleasant and affectionate, but when she is angry is a strong character. In some occasions she gets mad but not all the time. Although I have noticed that her patient has started to crumble. My mother is a very positive person that always makes me see the good side of everything. She is very kind and is always thinking of me, she tries to teach me and give me everything she ...
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... in tears. I explained to her what had happen; my mom knew how hard I had worked for that class. She used one of her favorite phrases, “breath and relax tomorrow the sun will shine”. She’s my biggest fan and I’m her favorite cheerleader.
I don't know what else to say about my mommy, although I would like to, I cannot get any defect, although from time to time she gets angry with me, but because I have behaved badly, although she scream, however I look at her, to me she is perfect, she is my everything, my protector, my healer, my queen. I am a reflection of what she wanted to be some day. I’ve seen her cry and suffer, but I have never seen her give up. Even do she didn’t know how to speak English, she learned the language and became an ESL teacher assistant. She has taught me that after every storm a rainbow will always come if you fight towards the finish line.
When I wake up in the morning and see my mother, I find every characteristic of a perfect woman in her. She is a strong willed, confident, and attractive woman. She has wavy, black hair and dark brown eyes. Her face has a slightly rectangular oval, which makes her look both gentle and strong. She has high, arching eyebrows and a slightly turned up nose. Her chin is smooth and luminous. She is not tall, about five feet, but she is slim and graceful.
The funeral was supposed to be a family affair. She had not wanted to invite so many people, most of them strangers to her, to be there at the moment she said goodbye. Yet, she was not the only person who had a right to his last moments above the earth, it seemed. Everyone, from the family who knew nothing of the anguish he had suffered in his last years, to the colleagues who saw him every day but hadn’t actually seen him, to the long-lost friends and passing acquaintances who were surprised to find that he was married, let alone dead, wanted to have a last chance to gaze upon him in his open coffin and say goodbye.
A mother is someone that would risk a speeding ticket to get her child to a hospital. A mother is someone that cooks for her family delicious food. A mother is someone that loves her children, even when they disrespect her. A mother is someone who risks all she has for her children. A mother is a HERO! The qualities of a hero are being intelligent, caring, and courageous. Two heroes that display these aspects are Odysseus from the epic The Odyssey and a modern mother. Odysseus, a soldier and a leader, on his journey back from the war of Troy, let the Cyclopes eat his men. In contrast, a modern mom saves her children by rushing to the hospital to save them.
We were now at the bus stop. The sun had replenished and the sky full of glee. There was trail next to the bus stop, she started walking through it. The trees intertwined like arches and the shadows created an ominous feeling. As she walked through the forest, her whole body had a calm aura.
...caring single parent. She became a single mother after my dad left our family, and after that, she started caring more about us. My mother cares for me, my sister, and my pets. My pets consist of three dogs, a variety of parakeets, two parrots, and a snake. Even when I ignore my pets my mom always feeds them, which are her instincts to nurture. My mom also cares for our health. For instance, she started changing her grocery shopping habits because we were diagnosed of over-weight. We are a typical Mexican family who used to eat “chorizo”, a pork sausage which is extremely unhealthy. My mother not only stopped serving us unhealthy dishes, but she also adapted to a healthier lifestyle with the help of Cooking Light magazines. All of which, supports that mothers care for their children, small animals, and want to create bonding families due to their maternal instincts.
You came into my life and changed me forever. Over the years people have complimented me for being a good mother but I can't take credit for that. You were born good and you were the one who was often teaching me. I believe you are an angel God sent to teach me. You taught me love. You taught me honesty. You taught me how to forgive and how to be strong. You are the strongest person I have ever known and you gave me strength when I was weak. When times were sad and tough I looked to you for strength. You taught me how to be myself. Most of all you taught me about life and how to live.
There once was a man named Franswah, and he had a wife named Keisha. They both lived in Keithville, Atlanta. They had a little girl named Jasmine, she was twelve years of age and she attended Ghettoville Jr. High School in the seventh grade. Keisha never did like doing anything, so her husband Franswah decided to go out and have an affair with a lady named Shay. Franswah and Shay worked at a law firm together. Shay was his assistant, she always helped him with things and they always went to lunch together. So some nights he never came home or either he came in late. Keisha was never the type of person to just argue, she mainly just questioned him to see what the response would be and she left it alone until the next morning. So one night when he came in he had a funny odor and Keisha asked him what was up with the smell, he told her that he had been working out and got sweaty. Their daughter Jasmine had very high blood pressure, so most of the time she didn’t go to school because of her condition and she stayed ill. Keisha had a younger sister named Ashley, she is the rowdy type that doesn’t care and will tell anybody anything. Keisha was telling her sister about Franswah coming in late, having a odor on him and don’t want to be questioned. So one day when Ashley was over there and he walked in she confronted him and told him if she find out that’s its that he’s cheating on her she was gone handle it. So he got mad and started hollering at Keisha for telling her sister about what was going on in their relationship. Then that’s when Ashley came back and told him that she can tell her anything she want to tell her because that’s her sister. So few minutes later the phone rings and its was Shay. Keisha answers the phone and it was another lady’s voice, and she asked to speak to Franswah. So she asked her who is calling and she told her that it was Franswah’s baby mother. Everyone is in shock, so Ashley gets on the phone and started getting rowdy. Ashley was asking her different questions like how old is the baby, where she live, and where did Franswah and her meet.
One quality of my mom is how she can be both brave yet anxious. When she had cancer in 2012 most of my family panicked because we knew that if we lost her we would always be broken. However, Mom held us together like she always does and we somehow made it through the year with only a few breakdowns and crying. She is also
When most girls write about their mothers they talk about how wonderful of a childhood they had being raised by such a great woman. They talk about her accomplishments and how they want to grow up and be just like her. They talk about the soup sick babble that every "perfect" family has to offer. When I write about my mother, I speak of the pain, the fears, the learning and the salvation. My Mother has been a great inspiration to me. She is my hero. Not because of the wonderful things she has done. Not because of the marvelous childhood I was given and certainly not because of her upbringing. My Mother is my hero because she was led down a path of destruction, but with God's grace and mercy she was pulled from her perils; and blessed.
Throughout my life my mom has always been selfless and generous- especially when it came to her children and grandchildren… ever putting her self last! SHE WAS MY EVERYTHING… Unlike my sister, I was the one that gave my parents their grey hair… It took me longer than most to mature, and the truth is- that’s putting it mildly. Yet through all the ups and downs, and all the times I would end up disappointing her expectations of me, one thing NEVER
From late June to early August of 2013, I found myself taking yet another six-week crash course at Florida Atlantic University. The course in question was Creative Writing I. At the time, it seemed like a serious gamble. My experience as a writer had come through doing ‘academic’ writing, and, to say the least, I never considered myself someone with a creative mind. I didn’t know where to begin, and it felt as if I’d ensnared myself in another trap. Later on, a spark got ignited in my brain leading me to remember how my Grandpa’s dad was a former professional fighter in the bantamweight division. Said spark would compel me towards asking my Grandpa about his dad’s boxing adventures and other endeavors. The notes I took during this discussion
Also, she has always been a good friend to me and I will never stop thanking my mother for what she represents in my life. Moreover, I am glad that my mother is my role model because without her in that place I don’t know for sure if the person I would have followed would be as good as she is in fulfilling this task. A good role model is what everyone should have
...; I like to believe that I've accepted my self-induced isolation from her with grace, but I must admit that I do hold the hope of bridging the gap between my mother and I. I also hold the hope of amending myself for all the times I've knowingly and purposefully hurt her. Although she is not a god, as I originally assumed, she is a good woman. She has raised me, sheltered me, and loved me for over seventeen years without asking for more than casual chores in return. I believe that the greatest compliment I could ever give my mother is to grow up to be exactly what she wants me to be. I want to make her happy. My gift to her will be my success in life, so that when she's old and gray, and she's knitting me a hideous sweater in her creaky rocking chair, she can sigh, and mumble to herself, "Wow, it was worth it."
Has anyone ever asked you: “Who is most important to you”? To me the most wonderful mother in my life, no one can replace her in my heart. My mother, who is very nice and gentle, helps me and has always been there for me when I need her. My mother loves me very much. She is strict and educated me to become a good person. I can’t say how much love her. I am grateful to her because she gave me birth, brings me love and helped me grow up. But you know she just takes care of me a lot. Every day she tells me the same words. If you were me, you would feel very tired. I am a very happy child having my mother. I feel too tired to listen to her words, but imagine one day I don’t see her any longer and listen to her voice. What would I feel?
To begin with, I would like to describe my mom’s ambition. She wakes up every morning with the positive attitude, and a smile on her face. She is always searching for ways to improve her persona, and live a happier life. About five years ago my mother, my sister and I moved from Ukraine here to the United States. The first year in the United States was tough for us because we did not know English, however, we all worked hard and today we speak English fairly well. Since we moved from Ukraine, my mom has worked really hard to give my sister and I the lifestyle we have. My mom’s ambition to succeed in life has allowed her to grow into a wonderful person full of kindness and knowledge. Ambition is a great virtue to have, and that is one reason why my mother is my role model. My mother is a hard worker, she never...