My mom is the most respectable person I have in my life. She is the one who gave me the birth. After couple years of my birth, my dad passed away. She has been around me like my father when she supposed to be only my mom. Consequently and from that time she had only one goal in her life: make me successful and make me not missing my dad. She has watched my childhood, educated me, and showed me the difference between good and bad, the difference between what’s important, necessary, fun and utile in this life. She professed for me every day through all her acts with tones of love. She was always listening to all my heartburns and grumbling and gave me comfort; she was there whenever I needed her (advice and support) she “has been fighting” to make me look right and not want to be miserable due to my dad’s absence. She sacrified herself with her little income to raise me and I really did not run out of anything essential. I just remember the innumerable times she did fulfill my wishes .The food was cooked day in and day out by my lovely mom. Just to think about the hundreds of incredible dishes she prepared for me during only my high school (when we didn’t have enough money) I am more than proud of her. I can forget all those difficult undecided moments of life for some worldy-wise advice in my ears, when she has been pulling me out of the mess in my life. What she does is absolutely like living for me and due to the enormity of her love and sacrifice I felt I wouldn’t even measure what I own her to show her my gratefulness.