MyStory

What exactly is a ‘Hero’? A hero may not be a famous celebrity. A hero may not be one who saves the whole world from any disaster. A hero may not have supernatural powers. In no doubt, everyone will definitely have a hero in their hearts. I do have a hero since the day I came to this world. Without this very special person, I would be trapped in the valley of despair filled with loneliness, pain and sorrow. My hero, I can say proudly, is my mother.

Her love towards me is priceless. No one else can ever give me this kind of feeling. Motherly love is everything to me in this world. Despite being a typical housewife who does daily chores, she is a very special person to me. She does her work without reluctance, without complaining. She is currently in her mid-forties, however, she looks ten years younger. She has a head of curly and brown hair which bounces whenever she walks. Her skin is fair and she had rosy cheeks below her pair of sparkling eyes which shone like starts. As my family is having financial difficulties, my mother had managed to find a job to raise the 4 of us. I seriously do not know how I can live without her, she is always there for me no matter what. 

My life is deeply affected by her. When I was just an innocent and helpless toddler, my mother changed my diapers, cradled me to sleep and without fail, accompany me all night long whenever I was afraid, immobilized with fear. Staying beside me made me feel secured. She was as if a strong and holy fire who was able to ‘ward off’ the ‘evil’ which was scaring me. She put me beside her in bed and remained by my side till the sun rose in a pool of crimson and gold, spilling light into the room.

I could still vaguely remember the first day of my kinder garden school when I was only 4 years old. I was bursting into tears when she kneeled down and gave me a rib-cracking hug. The warmth, I could still feel it now, gave me the courage and stop weeping.

During my six full years in primary school, she provided me with her endless love. Encouraging me to work harder, giving me moral support. She raised me up when I was down. Apart from my close friends, she was the person whom I had always told my hidden feelings kept and troubles in my heart to. She was always willing to listen no matter what was the topic.

Her bright face would beam and she would chuckle with joy whenever she sees my examination results. Whenever I had extra lessons which would drag on approximately for another hour or so resulting in my late return, according to my brothers, she would pace up and down the house, with a presence of anxiety around her, waiting for my return.   Not only did she give me moral support, she had also taught me Chinese well. My interest for Chinese was not great at all. I hated Chinese, however, her teachings boosted my passion for Chinese language.

A few months ago, during the release of the Primary School Leaving Examinations results, she seemed ten times more jovial than I was. She cried with glee and kissed me.

Now in high school, my hero still provides me with that love. That love which I will last forever in my heart. That love which will never fade away as time flies. That love will never be forgotten… I love you mum!