MY HERO, MY MOTHER
She’s the one who everyone has, some working, some at home. That’s my mother; she is the hero in my heart. She’s a housewife and to me she’s the greatest!
I remembered how she used to beat my back side when I did wrong things and how she used the cane when I was in primary school. Seriously, at those times I hated her but now I know how much she cared for me.
Although she’s not like my dad who gives us allowance every week but she plays an important role at home when my dad’s not around. She cooks, washes our clothes for us. In fact, she takes care of me and my siblings’ daily needs. Everyone find that it’s the right thing for mum to do that but to me she’s different. Everyday without fail, she would cook lunch, dinner for us and every day’s special. Besides taking care of us, she does household chores and seldom has time to watch television.
Other than that, every morning during school days she will walk with me to the bus stop and only turned to walk back when I walked to the bus stop itself and sat down. She could have slept longer but she did not. She has been doing this since secondary one. During primary school, she will help me with my bag and walked me to school. When school dismissal, she will wait for me outside school, took my bag and went home.
I remembered the incident that happened not long ago. I was at school for the last three periods. Our design and technology teacher gave us an assignment to do and was to be handed up on that day. It was not easy to do the structure he told us to. Everyone in the class was thinking of how to do it as the teacher instructed us to only use paper and staples. So, we worked through the whole three periods but didn’t manage to complete it. So I stayed back straight after school with my friends to do it. Until 6 plus I went home but still, did not complete my work. I went home and straight after that started my work. I have common test the next day and was rushing my homework. I worked on my assignment and till ten I still couldn’t finish so I worked through the night. She was watching television then, after her show she came into the room. “It’s late already; you still have not finished the assignment?”
“Not yet. I still got a long way to go”, I said.
She walked to my study table looked at the half way done structure and she picked up some paper and began to help me do. She asked me how to do and she helped me throughout the night. Going to twelve in the midnight we finished the structure, she packed it into a plastic bag and called me to go and sleep. The entire process touched me as I saw that she hurt her hand while stapling. I went to sleep afterwards she slept later than me as she packed my study table.
That incident really touched me and I knew how much my mother cares for me and how she sacrifices for me her time and energy. To me deep in my heart, she’s my hero and I love her.