MY MOTHER
Name : Ummu Athirah Bt Elias
ID : 16186
Everyone has a mother. So do I. My mother is a person I love the most. She is maybe being a normal person for other person but for me, she is unique. She has very sharp and dark eyes, oval-shaped face, light-brown tone skin and basically she inherited most of the typical Malay women’ look. She is neither skinny nor fat, I think she got well-shaped body based on her age now; 45 already, but she always complains about it. Maybe she should work out a little bit if she wants a perfect body type, but I knew she wouldn’t.
I don’t know who started it first, but since childhood, I called her ‘Umi’. It sounded so soft and gentle but instead, my mother is kind of fierce. When I was younger, I still remember how she shouted and scolded me with a cane because I was so naughty even world can’t handle me. I know she did it for my own good, but how on earth can I understand it back then? I was a naughty, mischievous little kid during those days. But even though she treated me in a hard ways, I just can’t hate her. Because I know, deep down in her heart, she never hates me.
On the other hand, she is so lovely and a very concerned mother. She always supports me no matter what I do. Well, not really. Sometimes, she disagrees with my decisions, but at the same time, she helps me choose the right way. She is very intelligent actually; she managed to further her study to a university but she couldn’t finish it as she got married with my dad. So, she stopped her studies and contributes herself completely to our family. For me, that decision could cause many consequences, but she just believes with her life and goes with it. I adore her so much for that. I asked her once, why she stopped study? And she just simply answered “If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here”. I don’t think that is reasonable reason, but I guess, that is the best answer.
The best thing about my mother is her laugh. I love to joke around with her, not because to show how funny I could be, but because I love to see her laugh. No matter whatever reason it is. Nothing in this world can replace for her hearty laugh sounds like. I’m not sure what make her laugh so special for me; everybody can laugh, I know that. The only reason I can totally sure is I could crack a smile just by hearing her laugh. Same goes to her smile; whenever I felt depressed or down, when she smiles, I can be cheerful again.
Even she is not perfect, not having flawless skin, not having a good voice and even not having a beautiful face, but still, I love her as a perfect mother as she could be. She had been my role model for all these times. I don’t know what I might end up if she’s gone but I felt very thankful as not everyone in this world had the chance to meet their mother. This is the happiness that not everyone can have. She thought me to appreciate every single thing in this world while we are alive, so I choose to appreciate her, till my very end. Always.
