My hero is my mother. She is Karen Duncombe. She is everything I want to be. She wrote math books, gave talks and she was on the radio at 91.8 fm. She is becoming a PhD. She is really talented. She used to be a teacher and now she has been asked to teach in a university in the US. She even makes shoes! Well, she beads them anyway... My mother knows how to knit,bead,sew,stitch and crostitch. She used to make clothes for my sister and I when we were young. I really look up to my mother as she has the ability to make speeches without stammering or fidgeting or making a fool of herself as some people do. My mother still teaches as a tution teacher and when the pupil takes a test, they will be able to ace it, with flying colours, of course... My mother is cool during difficult situations such as a blackout. My mother won't panick but instead, grab a torch and see what the problem is and asking my father to fix it. My mother is special, not because she is becoming a PhD but because she is my mother. No other mother would be able to be like my mother, no one would be able to help me in my work the way she does, or teach me handicrafts... It would be her. She would help me, understand me and love me. No matter what I did, fail or suceed, she would always be there, cheering me on. She helped me during my SYF singing contest, she was there, watching me. She clapped and clapped after each song as finished. She was proud of me to the very end. Even though I had bronze she was still smiling and claping. She understood I had tried my very best. She knew that I put my heart and soul into it. She knew I worked myself to the core. She was always there for me. She came from the university just to help my choir and I get ready for the performance. Yet, she didn't complain. She was busy but she was there, on my big day, just to watch me sing. That's why my mother is my hero.