Hero.

Mary.
She's my extra push, my number one fan, my style consultant, my money provider, my taxi driver, my teacher, my over protector, my best friend, but most importantly, my mother. I know at times I get sick of her, and her of me, but she is the one person I can never stay mad at, the one person who's opinion always matters, the person I live to prove wrong, and the one person I need to make proud. I love you mommy.

In 8Th grade, I was supposed to write about the person who I admire most. It was an easy decision for me to choose my mom, she is the person I look up to. She has always been my hero. No matter how many times I have acted like such a brat, she still loved me. Even when I was four and I told her I wanted a new mommy, she still loved me. Or even when I was nine, and my goldfish died, and I told her it was her fault for not telling me to feed it, and that I would never talk to her again, she still loved me. Or the time when I was three and I took a bath with all of my clothes on, she still loved me. Or when I broke her irreplacable glass vase when I was ten, she still didn't talk to me for a week, but she still loved me. I soon came to the realization that she was always going to love me. I don't know how or why for that matter, but she does. She said that one day, when I have kids, I'll understand. However, she says that about everything. lol. She has actually never seen this. I don't think she knows how much I truly need her and idolize her. Then again maybe she does. I love my mom, no matter what I may say I love her. With all of my heart and so much more.