Mother's Son

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Mother’s Son It was late in the afternoon when a knock was heard at the door. My brother and I ran to the kitchen to hide, afraid of who might be outside the house trying to get in. My mother walked proudly to the door as we watched, and my father was in the next room. When opened, two men in uniforms bearing golden badges begin to speak to Mother. She nodded, and they walked into the house. They looked around and acknowledged my brother and me with smiles as we stayed hidden. Stumbling, my father walked into the living room to ask my mother who was at the door, but as he entered his expression changed, and the smiles left the two officers. He was grabbed, and I frightfully ran into his arms. His breath reeked of alcohol, but with such worry; I didn’t mind. Yelling began to fill the house, and Mother pulled me away protectively, and then she sat my brother and me on the couch. Soon my father was gone, and the commotion had settled. Mother, broken and crying, calmed my brother and me; she consoled us with her hold and would from then on keep us in her hold. Only seeing my father after school for rides home, I grew closer to Mother. During my childhood, Mother’s and I would be together, and through that time I observed and eventually reflected my Mother personality. She is a blunt, opinionated, and proud woman who will not stand to be kicked around. In everything, she was right and when she wasn’t, she still was. Nothing ever got in the way of protecting her family. If anything or anyone ever got in the way of her or her kids, the mountains would shake in dread. During occasions when my brother and I were in need, she would quickly lose the brick house facade and become the warm woman I knew that she was. Mother knew best, and I... ... middle of paper ... ...very piece of wisdom she gave to me was given in love. She would not withhold anything embarrassing to protect her image. Honesty was always given to teach us no matter how it made her look, however; she would often give advice that I knew was wrong. She loves me and wants the best for me, but she does not look at what God says is true and right. In all things she did, she did in love, and I know it was. Mother is a woman whom I respect. She has raised me, taught me, and helped me grow. Through her strength she cared for me, through her opinionated attitude she helped me learn to stand for what is right, and through her wisdom she helped me become who I am. I learned from her and became just like her in many ways. Even though I may draw my strength from God, have different opinions, and know where to look for truth she, and I are a lot alike; I am my mother’s son.

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