My
Mother at the same time my Father :)
I thought my life is at its perfectness having a perfect family
and supportive parents.
A tender loving care from my father and mother to their younger
little daughter. I am their Princess, and they are my happiness. Until one day,
at a much unexpected tragedy that happen into my life. I lost someone who is very
important, whom I love the most. He left us, he left my mother. That was my
father, my father who died after my graduation in high school.
I felt hopeless and I thought it was the end of everything. It
really over thinks me that I can't pursue my studies in college because my
mother alone can't afford to send me in school. Despite of the situation, I
decided to go enter college and employed myself as a working student while my
mother supports me and she’s been doing everything just for me to graduate on whom
I believe is a father’s responsibility.
Now, 4 years of my journey in college together with my mother that
always have been there for me, through good times and bad times while giving me
advices when I feel like giving up. She never let me feel that we're far away
from each other though she’s working abroad. I don't even hear a single word
from her that she is tired of me, tired of supporting me.
She keeps on telling that she is very proud of me that I know
sometimes I've been a bad daughter. She's always there every time I need her;
always understand her spoiled brat naughty daughter. As I grow older, I
realized not all things are perfect in this world.
The most awaited part of my life is for her to see me marching
going up on stage getting my diploma, wearing my black academic regalia with a
graduation cap in my head. When that time comes, I will proudly raise my
diploma, kiss her and silently whisper on her ear that I am very thankful and
very proud having her as my mother and hug her tightly. Because without her, I
am nothing and I can't achieve my dreams in life. She is my mother, my
inspiration, my EVERYTHING. "There is nothing like a Mothers Love".


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