My mother is 35 years old. She is fair, slim and healthy. She is the most important member of our family.
She gets up early in the morning. Her duties for the family continues up to ten at night. She is always very busy. She runs the house. She fetches things from the market. She prepares tasty dishes for us. She keeps house neat and clean and tidy with the help of the maid-servant. She loves to have everything in the house in order.
She loves all of us equally. She helps in our studies. She wants all of us to progress in life and devotion to studies. She believes in simple living and high thinking.
During anyone's illness, she nurses him or her with tender and love and care. She often spends sleepless night by the sick-bed. She is an angel to us. She is passionately fond of us and we of her.
My mother is a kind-hearted and God-fearing lady. She feels sorry at the sight of poverty and suffering. She just can't stand it. She wants me to become a doctor and to serve the poor and the needy. She wants me to reduce sorrow and suffering as much as I can.
She is indeed, a gem of a woman. I consider myself very fortunate to have a mother like her.