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Where should I begin to praise this special woman who, although poor-educated, never fails to know what to say whenever I am  blue. Her kindness and love for me require nothing from me. That love is unconditional from her is what I’ve learnt.

She is short and stout, with bobbed hair,  kindly-looking and seems easy to get along with. In spite of becoming aged, she is still beautiful and graceful in my eyes. The older I am, the better I can understand her wisdom. And now I am better aware of her love and she is my most sincere friend. She is so trustful that I tell almost everything and even more, I call her ‘big sister’ instead of mother.

Surely, we sometimes disagree with each other and sometimes even had a horrible arguement and didn’t talk with each other for a long time. But every time she is so patient and kind enough to wait for my apologies. She never says anything mean to me while I usually break her heart unconsciously. That is what a mother does for her daughter.

She shares my sorrows as well we my success. When I am up and all is well she shares my happinesses but when I am down, she is also in this. Never asking for a return, she would ask me to share her pressures from home and job only when she really has something delightful to say. She also has the ability to remember what is related to me and knowledge when to advise me. For me, I never have the intention to appreciate her what seems quite common.

I once asked her ” Are you happy when you have two girls to bring up while others only have one? ” ” Cheerful as well as painful. ” was her reply. Over the past 20 years, I can hardly imagine that how many troubles she had had in bringing up us(my younger sister and I). Though not as rich as many other mothers, she never fails to give less than them. Today is a special day, –Mother’s Day. I really want her to know how much I love her.