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Two Parents, One Person.


(Before you read this, Understand that the reason why I write, is because of the impact my mother has had on me growing up, Please read and Enjoy, thanks!)                                                                     Growing up, I would see my mother crying, lord knows she was trying, and every single night I watched my mother dying. Exhaustion was getting the best of her, you could see her fight slip away. and every night since I was 9, I'd pray to god to give her better days. As far as I could remember, she was always working. As far as I could remember, she was always hurting. She paid the bills, put food on my plate, and a roof over my head. She provided me with clothes, and blessed me with the warmest of beds. She has been more than a parent, she's been my best friend. And I promised her that I will repay her in the end. She taught me many things, like how to talk and behave. Even how to walk, and hell, even how to shave. I remeber those nights, she'd hold me tight, and read me stories. Make me laugh whenever she thought she was boring me. She taught me to treat every woman like they were your own mother, and love every man as if they were your own brother. I will never forget the times, I wiped my mommas tears, and she wiped mine. She kissed me on my forehead, and I told her we'll be fine. And as I got older, we sometimes never were on the same page, because I would always smile and laugh, or never acted my age. But I'm my mothers child, I am her creation. And no matter what happens, she will always love her big little asian. Mom, if you ever get the chance the read this, I just wanted to say that I don't know what I'd do without you. So for now, untill I can buy you the dream range rover, all I can do is say Thank you. Thank you for being both my parents, and raising me the way you did. The lessons you taught me, are what I'm going to pass down onto my kids. Thank you for teaching me how to be a man, and teaching me how to conquer any fears. Mom, I love you. Now you know why I get you a fathers day gift every single year.

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