Ever since I was very young, my friends used to be surprised every time they saw my mother. Beside the fact she is beautiful, she is also young to have a 21-year-old daughter. People in the street are not kidding when they ask if we are sisters. And I feel so proud of her.

In March 1989, my mother was a 19-year-old girl giving birth to a baby. She hadn’t finished high school and was married in November the previous year after finding out she was pregnant. My parents had been together six years, since she was 14 years old, and decided it was time to settle down.

Many arguments have been in favor and against young mothers. People may think young mothers are too immature to be responsible for someone else’s life when they can barely take care of their own. In fact, when I was born, one of the nurses in the hospital told my parents they were going to grow up with me. And they did. However, from my own personal experience, young mothers can not only take care of you perfectly and give you the best education, but also be one of your best friends and your confidant. When comparing with the relationship some of my friends have with their own mothers, I feel lucky to love and trust my mother the way I do. It's hard to imagine someone can enjoy going shopping or watch a movie with her mother as much as, or even more, than with her friends. Well I do, and I know no matter what I might say to her when I'm angry, she is still my mother and she forgives me for anything. Throughout the years, my mother not only has grown up to become a great mother of two girls, but also has achieved a very good position in the place she works in. More than 20 years have passed, and she is currently essential to the company.

In the daily life, she goes to work at 8 a.m., coming back home at 7 p.m. She still cooks and has time to listen to me whenever I need to speak with her. She lost an essential part of her life that we, as college students, might consider natural, but she doesn’t seem to regret it.

My mother is my hero. I admire her strength willingness not only with my sister, my father and I, but also with her own family. She was the youngest of four sisters, and she almost died when she was born because her mother smoked when she was pregnant. She was a skinny little girl who didn't receive much attention, and still doesn't from her family. But still, she defends her family and justifies their unfair attitude, and gives them as much love as she can.

I usually get angry with her for forgiving anyone no matter what. I hate people hurting her, but she can't hate them and it makes me feel desperate. However, I know her behavior is what makes her so unique and lovable. Mothers are essential to us in a way no one else is. The love and patience they have is unique among any other kind of relationship. I love my mother. She deserves to be the happiest person in the world. I'm willing to participate in making that happen.