My Mom, My HERO.

          The person I admire and think of as a hero is my Mom. She is 48 years old turning 49 next month and she is a bit of a bookworm. She likes to cook and I love everything she cooks. Her favorite color is red and I think her favorite song is Brave by Sara Bareilles. She is very loving and caring. She taught me things they don't teach in school. Things like valuing what you have and being Ring-rich.
       
          There are a lot of reasons why I think of my mom as a hero. First, she is very kind and very sociable. She likes talking to people and helping them. She is also very generous. Second, she is like my savior. Everytime I get into a fight, she is always there to back me up or help me. Except the times where I'm at fault. She is always there to protect me. Lastly, she is very hardworking. Ever since she went to Canada, I've never seen her stop working. Even if there is feather's fall or winter's blade, she'll still go to work and work as hard as she can.
     
          There are times when she experienced a weather of wolves and felt under the weather so she had to take a sick leave. I worried a lot that time. I usually worry about her, but not as much as she worries about us. There are also times when we had misunderstandings and I get angry at her, but it doesn't last long. As time passes by, I start to understand her decisions. I know that what she decides is for the best.
       
          Without my mom, I wouldn't be where I am now. She is my teacher and my hero. She started teaching and protecting me ever since I was a baby. She is always there to do what is necessary and I love her for that. She never fails to protect me, teach me, lecture me about what is right and what is wrong. I just don't know what I would do without my mom.