My mother ! The person who gave me the breath of life.

My family has a total of 6 people: grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, younger brother and me. In it, the person I love and admire the most is my mother.

My mother is a petite woman with long, smooth black hair. Mom is very gentle and loves us. With the job of a doctor, my mother usually goes to work very early and leaves when the sun is already asleep. Whenever the patient gets worse, my mother must stay to check and give medicine before going home.

Although my mother's job is very busy, when she come back home, she quickly startes cooking and cleaning (at that time she is a superwoman), only for a moment the house is neat, rice and soup are available. ready for the whole family to use.

I cannot forget her worried look every time I get sick, those long nights she stays awake and take care for me,...

My mother is so good but I am not a filial child yet: When she gave birth to a younger brother, I was very sad and angry with my mother because She only took care of him all day, there was no time for me as before.

Now I have grown up, understood more, loved my mother, no longer bothered her. I know how to help my parents clean the house, take care of my brother, ... I have done many good things to help her but still have no way to turn her hair back black color due to the times when I made her sad.

Mom, I love you so much!

If there is a next life, I still want to be your daughter .