OK, you’ll have to forgive me while I have a proud parent moment. Melia brought me to tears this morning when she handed me an essay that she had to do for English class. I was unaware that she had one because they had done it class. Of course, I looked for the grade first and she got a 96 due to a couple of typos, but what she had to say is worth more than gold to me.
For many people in places all over the world, there is a hero. This hero may be different for each person, but everybody looks up to somebody as their hero. My hero is my mom. She is my hero because she is loving, kind, and always as an open heart and home to all who stop by.
To start off with, my mom is loving. She love my brother, sister, and me all the same as the other. She never favors one over the other. My mom will sometimes get aggravated with us, but she will never harm us, nor will she let anybody else harm us.
Next, my mom is kind and caring. She is nice to my brother, sister, and me. We will sometimes get on her nerves, but she always will forgive us. When she needs time to herself, we give her the space that she needs because she always gives us ours. She cares for us by giving us what we need and sometimes what we don’t because she loves us.
Finally, my mom has an open heart and home to all who stop by. When somebody comes and needs someplace to stay, she will more than likely give them a place. She always says to me, “Think of others needs before our own.”
In conclusion, my mom is my hero because she is loving, kind, and always has an open heart and home to everybody. She is my mom and I love her very much.
By: Melia Martin
Sweetheart, I love you so much. I cannot put into words what this means to me. I’m so proud of the young lady you are becoming. I’m blessed beyond measure to have been given the privilege to call you my daughter.
“Her children arise and call her blessed…”