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A Person that has Special Meaning in my Life

William Hodge

Ashford University

A Person that has Special Meaning in my Life

Many people have those that have influenced their lives in one way or another. I suppose that I am not an exception. One of the persons that mean a lot in my life is my mother. I grew up in a reasonably well-to-do family and my mother has always been behind every special occurrence in my life and our entire family. I can describe my mother in very many words. My siblings and I are very special to my mother and she is just amazing because she exemplifies a sacrificial spirit, a good cook, and a loving personality. She is a mother who is ever ready to do anything for those she loved. My mother is without doubt the most special person in my life and she is the best and loving I know.

To begin, it is noteworthy that sometimes it becomes complex to describe some of the special people in our lives. However, I cannot lack words to describe my mother whom I believe is the most special person I have ever met. She is exceptionally lovely and has the kindest eyes that I have ever observed. She not just striven to guarantee that I had a decent childhood, but at the same time was extremely strict and regularly rebuffed me at whatever point I did something wrong. I like the idea of being corrected when wrong (Burton, 2006). Despite the fact that I did not care for the discipline then, I now think back and understand that it was intended to affectionately amend me and help me to follow the correct way when growing up.

My kin and I have constantly taken pride in the presence of our mom, particularly her exquisite long hair. I recall at whatever point my mom came to visit us at school; different understudies would encourage us to request that our mom expel the pins from her hair so they could see the long well-kept hair. Despite the fact that I have seen a lot of wonderful individuals, not very many women coordinate the excellence of my mom. One reason I and my kin were particularly attached to my mom is the way she used to take incredible care of us, particularly when we were sick (Bechdel, 2012). She is an exceptionally educated woman who made an assortment of home solutions for deal with the minor ailments that we had as kids. Her protective love likewise reached out to the creatures in the homestead, particularly the chickens. My mom would dependably beware of the chickens and give them drug at whatever point she verified that they had some sickness.

My kin and I did not prefer to see our mom tragic and would do pretty much anything to convey a grin to her face. Strangely, notwithstanding when she was extremely stressed or pitiful over something, she would dependably grin to make us quit agonizing over her. My mom cherished people around her, as well as caring. We frequently watched her sympathy towards our neighbors, particularly when another neighbor moved in or when one of the neighbors was experiencing a hard time (Bechdel, 2012). My mom would give up her an opportunity to go to a destitute neighbor with a hot bowl of a soup that would immediately make the neighbor feel increased in value.

Finally, I can conclude by indicating that my mother was a loving and great cook who always left us looking headlong to the ensuing meal. Besides her love and the act of correcting us, she knew how to mix the right ingredients, which she ensured that she ended up with a meal that in almost all occasions left us licking our fingers. Just the memory of the love she showered us with and the kind of foods she prepared makes me salivate till today.

References

Bechdel, A. (2012). Are you my mother?: A comic drama. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.

Burton, L. (2006). Around my mother’s table: Stories and recipes celebrating lives lost to breast cancer. Overland Park, Kan: Leathers Pub.