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My Mom
My Mom
By: Melina Arredondo
My mom is not the perfect mom that I have always dreamed about when I was young.
Luckily, I have always been grateful to have a mother.
And I love her just the way she is,
I don’t care what people say, .My mom is awesome.
She is a hard worker to support her family.
She knows what is best for me. Even though
we argue about it.
Her love is so gentle like a fawn.
She is the only thing that matters to
me besides my life. And when I need her the most she is always there for me.
Even though she’s not my real mom, I still love as she were to be my real mom.
Because my definition of mother is the woman who raises you.