My mother is the closest person to me. We share a deep bond
that makes me feel unique. Despite all the troubles that she’s been through,
she still manages to keep her feet on the ground and her head held up high.
She’s always there for me when I need help, and I never hesitate to ask her for
advice. She’s a strong person, always patient and forgiving, even when
sometimes I feel that I don’t deserve her. My mother never thinks twice about
offering concern, comfort and care to anyone she meets. She’s a truly wonderful
person. My mother gives me a sense of security by showing me that she’s always
there. Even though we’re miles and miles apart, she’s still with me in spirit,
guiding me when I’m lost, helping me find the solution to the toughest problems
you can imagine. She doesn’t need to tell me that she cares. I can understand her
by the tone of her voice. She’s there to appreciate my laughter, she’s there to
dry my tears, and most of all, she’s there to help me understand and accept
life’s ups and downs. A lot has happened between us over the years, we spent
time together, and time apart. There were times when I thought we couldn’t get
any closer, and there were times when we seemed so far apart. But somehow, ever
since I left home, we seem closer now than ever, maybe not by distance, but by
our hearts. Happy Birthday, Ma. I love you so much.
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