My Mom was My Dad

Who was My Mother?

In others perspective, the first thing that would come up to their mind would
probably a Birth Mother, caring, loving, nurturing and protector. However, based
on my life story on how I was raised by a single Mom, my mom was probably my
dad too, who worked double duty due to an absence of my father. A woman whose
sole purpose in life to take care of me, no matter what. A woman who is not only
stand as my mother but also being a pretty good father too. Since I was a child, I
know it wasn’t easy to deal with a child struggling to understand that my father
was not someone to keep around, until now that I’m already at the right age I can
still feel the pressure my mother felt being a both parents.
My mother didn’t just teach me how to do construction, house choirs, grill,
and to be independent at the young age but also taught me everything a father
couldn’t. She taught me to show compassion no matter what because as an only
child who has a solo parent, she always reminds me that everyone in this world is
fighting a war. She also taught me to show the type of respect and don’t mind those
people who criticize and push down my dreams.
My mother made me realized that the strongest women aren’t the ones that
can squat hundred of pounds but rather my mom, the one who was strong enough
to work more than one job to support her only daughter that she was raising on her
own.
My mother who gave me her looks, and values. My mother who was always
there when I missed a father’s warmth, but never the presence.
To my mom who was also my dad, you will forever be my hero and
inspiration.