In life, people do not need to talk about the relationship of their mother and father like friends. For as long as I can remember, the woman who has been great in my life was my mother; she had a lot of love for me. When I was nine years old my father passed away, so I do not remember much about him. I have felt my mother was everything, my best friend, a very good teacher and efficient ATM. She was so beautiful and benevolent in my sight.
She was of average height and a bit plump with an ordinary face. She never dressed in colorful clothes because she had tanned skin and wavy short hair. I really loved her full lips and her beautiful teeth, which were like pearls; it made her bright when she smiled. She had brown round eyes and light eyebrows.
In her spare time, she loved to read novels and listen to the radio. Sometimes, she sang along when her favorite song came on. She loved cooking foods and sweets as well as cleaning. I remembered she often made her children laugh with her humourous tales. She was quiet and used strong discipline with her children; I was always punished by beating because of my naughtiness. For example, when I spoke too rudely to my sisters, she used a rod to beat me. She had great endurance to look after her three children on her own, especially because her family was so poor. She did not give any valuable thing to me except education.
All in all, I would like to attribute all of my goodness to her and I am glad to be her youngest son. She was dead when she was sixty five years old because of diabetes and renal failure. I have been sorrowful, I have never told her that I love her all my heart and thanked that her for giving me a life. I now appreciate everything that she did for me.
Lastly, but most importantly, from now on if I need to tell somebody that I love and care about them I do not wait until it is too late. I do not wait for another day, because that day may never come.