To My Mother

Actually it was sort of funny ga-ga momment when my mom suddenly asked me to write something about her in my journal. She said that I was too much criticizing super stuffs of philosophy but mentioned nothing about her, real person in my life. She said that she wanted every one know her (Now I figured out where I got the spot light craver gen) At first, I didnt like the idea because I am very adamant to be super cheessy self centered person. But then she shocked me by saying that why I had to wait until her death to write something about her. To make fair share, I would like to write something here.

My mother is such typical of loving mother. She always gives her children first place before her. I know that she always wants to give me and my brother everything. She is awesome cook and does good job in handy works such as knitting and stuffs. She always gives me good point of view when I get into self made trouble. I always love her hoomy fragrances rather than any perfumes in the world. More than everything, I like her intelligence, which she never stop reminding as the factor of my bright. She was there when I endured hard trouble of adolescence by never stop to remind me that there is always silver lining behind every dark cloud. I have many things inside my hectic brain but I dont know how to put it all here. She is the limitless topic.