When an infant learn to speak, its first word is "Mother". The person I like the most is my dear mother. She is one of the most kind and affectionate person I have ever seen. She is pious woman too. But what I like most about her is her helpful nature.
We all grow up in the arms of our mothers with heavenly love. No one loves us like our mothers. No one is willing to sacrifice everything for us like our mothers. If people are asked Who is the best person in your life? A good number of people will answer like me "Mother".
The name of my mother is Mrs. Sufia Islam. She is 37 years old. She is an M.A. She had the opportunity to join prestigious governmental job. But she never wished to do that. Her only job was to take care of me and of the whole family.
Every day, she is the first person in my family, who wakes up very early. Then, she prepares breakfast for my family. When my father goes to work, I go to school; my mother stays home and does all the daily chores. When my father and I come home, there is always a delicious dinner, which is waiting for us. Sometimes, I ask her to help, but she says: It is fine; you should go upstairs and do your homework.
My mother not only wakes up first; she is the last person who takes breath after a busy day. When a member of our family falls sick, my mother passes sleepless nights by the side of the sick bed. Her anxiety and her fear disappear only after the recovery from illness.
She never speaks harshly to anyone. I am seventeen years old now. She has hardly rebuked me ever for my faults. I like her unique way of convincing in stead of rebuking anyone. I have never seen her quarrelling with my father. I love the way she solves the problems of our family.
My mother loves me more than her soul. Her love for me is great like the ocean, the universe and nothing can replace it. She is not only my mother; she is also a good friend, whom I can share all my problems with. When I am sad, happy or stressful, my mother is always by my side to comfort me. Sometimes, I get angry with my mom because she reminds me too much things, though they are all known to me.
In school, my grade was going down once. I used to play games in my pc everyday. Sometimes I used to play till midnight. Sometimes I played until I was tired and slept on my desk. My mother knew it and she always told me to stop playing and focus on studying. One day, I saw tears from her eyes, she cried for me. I felt so sorry and guilty at this. I wasn't brave enough to look at her. Since then, I quit that bad habit.
In every affair of my life, I depend on my mother's help and guidance. Her blessings are always with me. Now I can understand so many things about which I was in the dark in my childhood. But to my mother, I will always be her little doll as I was.
