By Natalia cobena

She works, and works, all she does  is work.

She comes in with papers, papers. I can’t talk to her, cause all I hear is the phone ring. Ring, ring.

She says yes how can I help you. But I need help I want to talk to her. I don’t even see her that much, she is like a ghost.

But I guess work is more important than me. I see that she tries to do both, pay attention to me and work, but no work is work, and work will always be more important.

That is how life is, but it’s okay I know she tries, and I know she loves me.

I notice being a mom of 4 kids is hard. My mom is a very ambitious person. She still the best.