An Important person

I closely listened to the rain pound against the glass as a sudden clap of thunder nearly

made me fall out of my bed in terror. Without a second thought I grabbed my pillow as I

stumbled across the darkness of my room towards my mother's bed. "Mommy, can I come

in bed with you?" I whispered to her. She stretched out her arms and pulled me in close to

her. Suddenly, in my seven-year-old mind, I was no  afraid.

Whenever I have these type of memories I think my mother is the most important person

in my life. I have been mentioning her in almost all of the essays I write. The problem is, I

cannot really express how I feel about her in just words. My mother is not my whole life,

but she is a really big part of it. My whole world does not only revolve around her, but she

is the most influential person who inspires me. My mother is not just another woman. She

is extraordinary.

I have known her for sixteen years, 9 months, 11 days and nineteen hours. I know her very

well, and I had learned to love her since the day we first met. Relatives always tell me

stories about my birth, specially my grandmother, she always say “There is no relationship

like a mother and daughter” Maybe that’s the reason for she had 6 daughters.

Anyway my mother and I always have a friendship relationship. She is like me but older,

we have the same laugh, the same smell, the same tone of voice and the same hair and

eyes  but of course we have our differences, but She is the kind of person whom everyone

wants to make friends with because she is very charming, honest and reliable.

We could have the same type of humor but she never loses her mother role. She always

know how I feel, what to say in the precise moment, when make a joke and when not and

I know that it is her job but she make her job more than perfect. So perfect that in a short

period of time when we have economic problems, she made sure that my brother and I

have something to eat at dinner no matter how much hunger she have it,  She had to drop

college to take care of my brother, She left her country, family and friends , for married

with dad and live here in Guatemala city and things like that are the reason  for I admire

her, because she always sacrificed all of it and more for us.

I remember all the things she did for our familly. I remember the story of the little girly ant

that she count me with her sweet voice as a whisper before I go  bed. I remember the

thunder nigths when I was scare and she was there ready to made a space in her bed.