Mother’s Tears My mother is the one that I always look up to. Her personality, her behavior, and her knowledge seem to be perfect. I tried to imitate her actions when I was young, but instead of praise, she would always find more mistakes in my choices. She was not a housewife, and nothing like a housewife when we lived in China. She used to come home very late, never drunk but very tired and stressed out. When I was in third grade, my father came to the United States and worked here alone for three years. Those are probably the hardest years in my family. My mother was left in China to face my grandfather’s death and taking care of our extended family all by herself. If I was a little bit older back then, I would understand how harsh …show more content…
My grandmother lived with us and she kept the house tidy all the time, so the stairs were not dirty at all. I found a hint of my mother’s bad temper and realized it was not a smart choice to talk to her any longer.
“Mom I am sorry, I will go to bed right now.” I knew nothing can be done tonight so I wanted to escape from the punishment.
Usually my mom would just send me off to bed, but that night, she was in a really bad mood. She yelled at me: “I know you are lying. Now! Go mop the stairs! Start from the fourth floor down, I will check after I shower.”
My grandmother walked out from her door and tenderly said to my mom: “It is very late at night already. It is really cold too. Let her rest and I will clean the stairs tomorrow.”
“Mother, do not spoil her anymore, she stayed up late just to annoy me!” My mom turned around and said to me: “You can only use a rag. Do not go to sleep before I am satisfied with your work.”
I was about to start crying, but I stopped myself. I thought crying in front of my mother and grandmother was really embarrassing, so I went up to the fourth floor and started my work without another
Later we headed home and as I headed towards my room my mom said, "Wait." I turned around with anger written all over my face.
When I am having troubles of my own and need someone who will truly listen, she gives me great advice whether I like the outcome or not. She has guided and molded my sister and I into young ladies who know their self worth and who will not back down from anything. I have always looked up to my mother because she is strong as an ox, and by that I mean mentally, physically, and emotionally. She is simply this compared to any one I have ever met. As I have grown each day I follow her and pay attention to the things she does because one day I hope I can become at least half as great as she is. I say half because honestly, I don’t know if anything can beat
While peeking through the little glass window on the oven, I saw my mother entering the kitchen. After yawning, she put on an apron and said, “Happy Thanksgiving my love.” “Happy Thanksgiving mom,” I replied, as I put on the worn burgundy oven mitts and opened the oven door. “It sure smells good in here Kandee, I bet no one is going to believe that
It was a Saturday morning. I was exhausted from last night’s party so I decided to sleep in. It had only been about 5 minutes after I decided I would sleep longer when my mom called.
I look up to my mother, just as Walt looked up to his father. My mother is intelligent shown through her ability to go to UCSD and also through the fact that she was able to go to China just as it was being opened up to foreigners and live there for multiple years. She is also good at conserving money, as implied when she went to Europe with around two-thousand dollars and managing to stay there for several months as she traveled throughout. Her ability to conserve money sets a good example for me and helps to show me that frugalness is the best way to travel, and to live. So all in all, my mother has set a great example for me, and allowed me to understand the usefulness of being
“This is a rite of passage “her mom had told her. “You are a big girl now and no longer need me to wake you up” she continued with a smile. “This will get the job done just fine. It is the first clock your great grandfather ever made,
I consider my mother to be the most important person in my life because she has always been the rock in my family. She raised my two sisters and me to be independent, educated, and well-rounded individuals with little to no help from her family or my father. My mother learned at a young age that if you want something you must get up and find a way to achieve it for yourself. She worked two jobs to pay her way through college and always told my sisters and me that college was not an option, so she made sure we all
“Selena, time to wake up!” My mom yelled from downstairs, “Get up and get ready instantly if you don’t want to show up late.”
I went into the living room to let the mom outside to use the restroom. Came back in the my grandma’s bedroom.” My mammie , said to go check on the puppies
Instead of weeping about my problems, I knew it was time to be responsible, to take action. I remembered that my mother would always nag me about how my room was so dirty. In response to my remorse, I figured that it was finally time to clean it up for her. When she saw my room, she was awestruck and said “Good job!” Hearing these words were very touching; it was a refreshing sensation that I wanted to continue to experience.
From working several jobs at a time to make sure I had everything I needed, she became the reason why I was raised the way I raised. The lesson that “ I should treat everyone like the most important person in the world because I will never know when I might need them” was engraved in my head was owned by my mother. Sometimes she would tell me that she had holes in her socks and I knew it was due to most of her money going towards my private school tuition in order for me to be able to have the best education I could get. My mother is my background, my identity, interest, and talent. She is truly the one that has set me up for success, regardless of how fatigued or overworked she is. She is the person who truly defines who I am and who I have become to this
My little brother came into my room and pounced on me like a cheetah hunting a gazelle to wake me up. I didn’t want to leave my bed and open presents without my dad, so I made them wait till he arrived. He’s not good on time, so he was twenty- minutes late from expected time. I hear a knock at the door, my dad had finally entered. At last, my brother finally stopped nagging at me. It was time to open presents.
Then Mama screamed. She screamed and screamed and I remember thinking that she shouldn’t scream like that. She always told me to be quiet when Sarah was sleeping. She was going to wake the baby up herself with all that yelling.
A couple of hours later I woke up again, but this time I was in a different room. This room was much bigger. It had a few chairs, a bathroom, and a TV. I picked up the phone and called my mom. “Bueno” she answered the phone.
“WAKE UP” my mom yelled from the kitchen. “We have to go now!” My mom said at 9:00 in the morning.