My Hero

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My mom was my hero and my best friend She taught me so many things. My mom went her way everyday to take care of me and gave me the things i need in my life. she helped through rough times in high school when i got bully. she has always been there for me and that's why she is my hero.Early on, being a mother to four children was everything she hoped it would be. Being a wife, on the other hand, was not. By the time her third child was born, her marriage was slowly deteriorating. Dad was drinking heavily, and it affected his personality, their relationship and their finances. She knew that in time, she would no longer be able to shelter us from his drinking, and it seemed that his drinking would never stop.My mother went from being a stay-at-home home mom with time to volunteer on the PTA and at our sports events, to working three jobs and coming home exhausted to four latchkey kids. I'm sure she cried herself to sleep many times in those early months after the divorce. My mom would get up very early in the morning to prepare ahead for dinner that night. Oftentimes, she would get everything ready for a pot roast, and we kids would put it in the oven when we got home from school. In third grade, I was frequently in charge of dinner. My mom would leave out chicken and Shake n' Bake or pork chops and Shake n' Bake. We ate a lot of Shake n' Bake.

Unfortunately, Dad was not consistent with paying child support, which only added to my mom's stresses. One on occasion, I remember seeing her at our front door, crying and picking up a huge box of food someone left there. I can't begin to imagine the worry she must have felt, living paycheck to paycheck.

Yet with all our new stresses and responsibilities, I don't recall ever feeling really bitter. Immediately after the divorce, I was crushed. I think my heart broke the day my dad left our house. And I know that we were embarrassed to bring kids home after school, because we couldn't afford snacks. I remember feeling...
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