Mother. The one word to define so many characteristics. My mother is an empowerment of my motivation, the guidance to who I wish to become. The many flaws that turn me to be better are also my life lessons. She has the personality of a fierce lioness waiting to lash out and correct you, while carrying the traits of a caring cheetah mother to aid whatever you need. Her caring nature holds so much strength behind her eyes, yet gives a look to the pain in her heart, her story being told with just a glance. My childhood was not bright, my mothers' just as worse, yet she still pushes through just like I do. What would I do without her? How could I go about my life after losing her? The answer would be, I wouldn't know what to do and I couldn't live the same as I always have. The story she will have left behind, her triple bypass surgery, her grief, her smiles, her happiness, her childhood, and her children; will be left as memories. My brother and I will be the only ones to carry her as a memory, the most priceless thing in the world. You can't buy a person, or the memories that they made. My mother has spent all her life fighting, fighting to be loved, to be heard, to be treated right and to be treated like a decent human being. I can't let her be forgotten, I won't let her life be for nothing. My mother gives me the life lessons to be better, to make better choices and live a healthy life. I don't know what I would do without her, the only parent in mine and my brothers' life. The only family we have left.
