Only My mother.
She made me and raised me.
She taught me the difference between right and wrong, warning that I will get a beating if I did something wrong.
And shamefully I always tested that warning and got my beating.
Tough love is the way she loves, but when you least expect it she shows up with a Cornetto Strawberry.
She is one of the people who are always there for me.
She is my anchor that keeps me firmly on the ground.
She never judged me on my mistakes.
She always smiled on my failures because she knew there was something better in store for me.
I’m living half of my dream because she believes in me.
She is not the kind of mother with whom you discuss your love life
She doesn’t find any of my jokes funny.
If she evens understand me, I don’t know.
I always think she never actually listens to me, until she repeats something I said.
She buys me chocolates and cream doughnuts if complain long enough that I haven’t had any in a long time.
I always thought I was the perfect daughter, when actually that was just a fairy tale. She was in fact the perfect mother.
When I look at her now, I see the woman I never thought I’d be, but who I am.