I had a big joy in this life. I found my way from her. She is my mother. She was not only my mother, but more important than mother, more and more. She is my angel everytime I see. She is an 80's woman I used to know. We met in a quietness womb, and we never forget it.

My mother gave me a beautiful life. She was preserved me 9 months. She carried about me. In 1998 I was born, till now, I'm fourteen years old. She always preserved and afraid of me. Every morning, she took a breakfast and feeding that to my mouth. And one day, on the overcast monday...

"Mom, have you ever felt exhausted?" I asked.

"(She was speechless for a while) No, dear. I've never felt exhausted. My life is for you. You came into being my work. You were born in my blood. You were sleeping during 9 months in my uterus. You cried every night. You jumped in a bright Sunday. You accompanied me if I was cooking. You're my smile. You're my tears. You're my reason for my own life. You're my everything. And I hope, someday you will never forget me. Seeing you happy and successful someday, is my goal in this work." She answered.

"Thanks, mom. There's no word to describe what you mean to me. There's nothing that I can repay for what you've done to me. Hhh, I think all of it. Again, I can't repay your life till now. There's no way to regret being your child. There's no imagination what I would be without you. I'm so sorry to make you sad, mad, disappointed, and so on. I'm sorry that I always spend your money. I'm so sorry if I often lied about novel and comics. I'm so sorry that I am mad everytime you don't let me do everything that I want with my friends. I'm so sorry, so-so-and sooo sorry. for everything I do that I can't remember one by one. In the end, I just wanna say massive thank you and sorry. I haven't promised for you but believe me, I'll make you proud someday." I cried.

"Okay dear, I believe in you. Be the best for me, right?" She smiled.

"Alright! Then, How much do I owe you, mom?"

"Nothing. And never,"

She gave me a big, warm, and never-forgotten hug. We cried on overcast Monday. Because a little conversation. That's a reason why my mother is my idol, my everything. She is the one behind my success. I live in her prayer. Thank you Allah.



That's,
I am a student who I am studying English in a senior high. I know my grammar is not very good. But I want to improve and make a better English. Thanks for everything who inspired me. Thanks for my blinded young. I never gonna leave this chapter. :)

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