made me fall out of my bed in terror. Without a second thought I grabbed my pillow as I
stumbled acrossthe darkness of my room towards my mother's bed. "Mommy, can I come
in bed with you?" I whispered to her. She stretched out her arms and pulled me in close to
her. Suddenly, in my seven-year-oldmind, I was no afraid.
Whenever I have these type of memories I think my mother is the most important person
in my life. I have been mentioning her in almost all of the essays I write. The problemis, I
cannot really express how I feel about her in just words. My mother is not my whole life,
but she is a really big part of it. My whole world does not only revolve around her, but she
isthe most influential person who inspires me. My mother is not just another woman. She
I have known her for sixteen years, 9 months, 11 days and nineteen hours. I know hervery
well, and I had learned to love her since the day we first met. Relatives always tell me
stories about my birth, specially my grandmother, she always say “There is no relationship
like amother and daughter” Maybe that’s the reason for she had 6 daughters.
Anyway my mother and I always have a friendship relationship. She is like me but older,
we have the same laugh, the same smell,the same tone of voice and the same hair and
eyes but of course we have our differences, but She is the kind of person whom everyone
wants to make friends with because she is very charming,honest and reliable.
We could have the same type of humor but she never loses her mother role. She always
know how I feel, what to say in the precise moment, when make a joke and when not and
I knowthat it is her job but she make her job more than perfect. So perfect that in a short
period of time when we have economic problems, she made sure that my brother and I
have something to eat at...