Tribute to my Hero, Mom She hates me so much, that she is always trying to hurt me, and always tries to kill me one way or the other, with famine, destruction and even through dangerous species she birthed, but there is one person who always saves me from this terrible mother, nature and she is my mom. Even before my first tear hits the ground, my mother is there to wipe it away. My mother feels my pain before I can even realize it. She understands my needs before I can even think of them. My mother has been an extraordinary influence on my life and will always be. She’s the kind of mom who always takes time out and care for her four children and the mom who would never let her hardships in her life distress her kids. She is quite short, 5’0 to be exact, but to her she's about 5’6 feet tall, and when I tell her “mom, you are not that tall” she would reply me saying “if I am not, then how am I able to carry all of you, even my 6’1 feet son?” We would all just laugh because we secretly knew she was a hero full of so much energy. My mom is like a book that always have something to say (simile). She is a clock that keeps the time, an alarm clock to be precise (personification) and she…show more content… Yes, he wasn't with us anymore and that hurt, but his whole life savings went with him too. The bank he kept millions of Naira that had me and my siblings set for life got liquidated and only paid 25%back. She sticked with us and tried everything to make ends meet, and when it got too hard she didn't abandon us, but she would just crawl up in a ball and weep for days. She never remarried because we are a handful, but even when she tried to move on, my baby sister tied her down (hyperbole). My mom caught my sister trying to slash “her friend’s” tires, she didn't whoop her but instead felt her pain and held on to her, crying
