I see her smile and it warms my heart. I make sure to observe all her creases on her face and how tiny her eyes are when she has faced me. Her beautiful brown eyes have gazed upon me since I was a child. Her humor has lifted up my spirits since I was a child, and even now as an eighteen-year-old woman she is my closest friend. Aida is her name in which in Arabic means happy which perfectly describes the person that my mother is. Aida is a bundle of joy but only those that truly know her know that her life has not always been easy. She is a single mom who had to suffer the emotional abuse of the only man that she has ever loved; my father. Her scars have not let her falter though and she has taught me that being strong is not a physical trait but an emotional one. When challenges arise she has told me, we should use them as a learning experience and never let our smiles dwindle because the pain of a bad experience is something that can make us stronger. She makes her presence known through her beautiful aura which I believe is surrounded by cherry blossom petals that stroke those that she meets because she has a beautiful soul. Those petals surrounded my great, great grandpa before he passed away since she was with him in the hospital room when he was fighting for his life. She cared for him dearly and when she would visit him she made sure to put a smile on my great, great grandpa's face. Aida is a beautiful person who I constantly look up to and hope to be as kind as she is.
