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 My father left when I was ten years
old. My mother brought me up alone.
She worked hard to make sure I had
the best of everything. I was happy, I
then received an offer to stay in the
school hostel. I was so delightful with
the offer and asked my mother to let
me go. At first she did not agree but
after I pestered her she agreed.
 At first, everything was good. Then
later, I got involved with the bad
friends. I missed classes and often
bullied the timid students. One day,
there was a big fight. My friends and
I fought with another group of boys.
We were caught by the discipline
teacher. The school called my
mother.
 My mother came to school. When she saw me
she broke down. She cried and cried. She said that
I did not love her anymore because what I had
done had broken her heart, I was very upset when
I heard that. I regretted hurting my mother who
has worked so hard to raise me up. After that, 1
changed and I promised to work hard to show my
mother how grateful 1 am to have a mother like
her.