A person without whom we cannot live

Mother for me, and I think she is the most dear to all the
children of the world, because she helped me take the first
steps to speak my name, to eat, and she helped me by telling
me that I had to do it myself in some cases. because she won't
always be with me.I, being a little, see my mother, from above
my high, high, as standing, but comparing her with women, I
realized from a distance that her stature was medium. Looking
at the sunlight falling on my mother's face I saw two brown
with warm eyes. And delightful, a blond hair like sunflowers
and a sweet smile. The brightly colored clothes cover her body
by making her cheerful. Her sweet wheat soothed me every
time I was tired or sad.her right and slow walk makes me
explain her way of being:energetic and attentive to the
details.My mother is Mild,I understand, and helps me
understand some things.when I make some pictures they get
upset and scream a little, but it's normal because I have made a
mistake, and I can't take it, I can't write a certain story of my
life when my mother was good with me, because when I take
pictures is good with me, but there are also some exceptions:
For example, when I was a little mother he let me do something
I wanted very much at that time:to eat for the first time. I owe
my mother all my respect, love and obedience!