Everyone is born of a mother, and a mother is a spiritual support for everyone.

My childhood was not as fortunate as many other children’s. I was abandoned by my father at birth. My mother took on the role of both parents and raised me single-handedly. To me, she is the best person in the world.

My mother’s hands are full of stains from hard work, her face is lined with wrinkles, and there are dark circles under her eyes. She worked hard every day, regardless of rain or wind, to earn money without fear of difficulties. No matter how busy she was, she always cared about my studies.

When I made mistakes, my mother didn’t scold me but gently taught me until I could understand. I helped with household chores in my spare time.

My mother is also my best friend. Whenever I am confused or in trouble, I consult her first. She listens to me attentively and gives good advice. She is also kind and helpful to our neighbors, always willing to lend a hand when needed.

Like the lyrics of a song, a mother’s heart is as vast as the Pacific Ocean. The life my mother gave me is the most precious gift. My love and gratitude for her cannot be expressed in words.

Sometimes I get angry with my mother, but as I grow older, I’ve come to understand how much she has sacrificed for me.

Maternal love is something sacred in humanity. As time passes and we grow older, so do our mothers. I believe everyone should cherish and value the time spent with their mothers and family.