Personal Narrative Essay: My Mother's Life

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So there I was enjoying a beautiful afternoon filled with warm air, the smell of the grill and all my family sitting around the table with me. It is such a treat when we can all get together for dinner. We are all so busy with our own lives that it is a challenge to have us all come together. My sisters both with newborn babies and I with my son who is 6. On this specific occasion it was me, my two sisters, both their husbands, my mother and stepfather who were in attendance. My mother tries relentlessly to make us all be in the same place at the same time. And on days like that day she succeeds. One of my favorite things to do when we all get together is to poke fun at my little sister. Yes no matter how old you are you never outgrow the need to give your little brother or …show more content…

She does not sugar coat her words to spare your feelings. She tells it like it is. A no nonsense mother who I know loves me very much because she would tell me every day when I was little. There are so many things that my mom taught me, but the one thing she didn 't teach me I learned by watching her. When I was about 4 years old, we went to live in Egypt for 2 years. My mother was from Somerset Ohio and my father from Cairo Egypt. My mom did not know one word of Arabic when we arrived. She slowly taught herself the language by immersing herself in the culture. She was a brave woman in a foreign land and she was someone to look up to. When we got back to the states my mom continued her work as a teacher. She slowly put herself back through school and eventually became a principle. She would always tell me that if I had something I wanted to do, I should never procrastinate or make excuses but just do what needed to be done. After my father passed away, she kept the family together and kept us from crumbling. She is truly a wonderful woman and she happens to be the best example I know of what a strong woman looks

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