My Role Model; My Mother
Sometimes we come across a strong, influential person who leaves a powerful impact in our lives. Luckily for me, I came across such a person from the very beginning of the journey of my life. My mother who taught me to walk my first steps, who danced and sang to me crazily just to see me smile, the one who has always been there for me as my support whenever I needed one, is my role model and has made an unforgettable impact in my life. Her perseverance gives me an inspiration to work hard and get the most out of my life. It gives me a goal to make her proud of her daughter the same way her daughter’s proud of her. Although my mother’s life story has influenced me positively, it isn’t the only way my mother has affected me. She has always been that I can be. Even through the troubled and awkward first year in the United States, she was the person who I looked up to as a role model, she took every obstacle thrown at her with determination and patience. Coming from a background of financial hardships, she grew up always wearing a smile and looking at the positives not focusing on the negatives. My mother grew up in Nigeria. In a small one room apartment, patched up with woods for the walls and rusted iron sheets for the rooftop. The only one out of all her siblings to attend high school. My mum achieved something no one in her family could. She achieved this only by her persevere and positive outlook of life. She studied countless hours by a small lantern or a little stream of light escaping her neighbor’s house. She helped take care of her younger siblings, and even worked at the family store where she and her siblings picked, preserved and soled nuts. Even at 18 I shied away from my peers and mostly kept to myself. I found myself hiding with my right next to me trying to explain to me that I was going to face the world anyway so it was better starting now. So I struggled to learn...
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