Like any other person on this world, I do have a mother. Someone gave
me birth and raised me all this years with a lot of care and attention.
I am someone's child and that someone is one of the greatest persons
in the whole world. That special person is my mother. She is a very beautiful mother. She is tall and thin, she has soft
brown hair and black warm eyes, soft skin and she smiles a lot. My mom
often wears classic pieces, she prefers light colors, and stylish
accessories. A leather handbag, black or brown, with a silk scarf worn
around her neck, around her hair or even tied to the handbag for a
splash of color. So my mom is a pleasant appearance and everywhere we
go she is admired. She is very smart and wise and her colleagues
consider her a good professional. But this is what others see when they
take a look at my mother.
