My Mother, My Hero

My Hero, My Mother

Everyone in the world has a different opinion about what a hero is. They come in many shapes, sizes, have different characteristics, values, and beliefs. For me, a hero is someone who is willing to put a hundred percent effort into protecting you from pain. They will stop at nothing to provide you with the security of safety; and will share with you the knowledge required for survival. A hero doesn’t have to have impeccable character, high importance in society, or have a classic sandwich named after them in the local pub. A hero just needs to be someone who cares for your happiness and loves you for being yourself. My mother is my hero. When I was one years old my mother fed me and cleaned behind me, in gratitude, I was crying all night. When I was two she taught me how to walk , in gratitude, I ran away when she called me. When I was three she cooked delicious food, in gratitude, I threw a plate on the floor. When I was four she gave me a pencil for to learn how to draw , in gratitude, I drew on the walls. But when I grew up and when I was eleven, I accidentally knew that my left eye can’t see for hundred percent. After that when I told my mother about it my mother took me to the hospital to find out what happened to my eye. When doctor checked my eye and he said that we need to make surgery . Then doctor made me surgery form my eye and I was lying in the hospital for thirteen long days. That time my father use to work in Russia . So, my mother was visiting me every day, she brought me food , and she was taking care of me all the time alone. Finally after thirteen long days she took me home and she was watching for another six month. She didn’t let me to eat those foods what’s were not useful for my eye, and didn’t let to do heavy things. After all these time I first realized how much of a hero my mother was. My mother is a hero not because of what she offers to the world, but what she offers to me. She makes